The tv's showing nothing but static..
Who: Kai and My Linh
When: Sunday, May 8th, later in the evening
Where: A grocery store near you
What: Twinks are not twinkies, but neither of them are quite sure what a twinkie even is. Thus begins a valiant quest on which there is much getting lost, roommate bonding, and the realization that twinkies are not the breakfast of champions.
... The streets were starting to look awful familiar..
Kai stared down at the small map he had printed with what could only be described as utter disdain and mortification. He had hoped to learn the area well enough by now, and he had damn sure been to the grocery store prior to this. But with darkened scenery, an inability to follow basic directions, and an apparent lack of a sense of direction they had walked these same streets for nearly twenty minutes for Kai to only realize that they were simply retracing the block.
He could have sworn the grocery store wasn't that far from the house. In the worst case situation they could always take (Heaven forbid) the bus to downtown, as he was more familiar with his old haunts and the University stomping grounds. Inevitably though they'd have to learn their way around this part of town as it was now home; not to mention it would be terrible embarrassing to return home later and have to face Gilbert with a box of twinkies, a tired Vietnamese girl, and a sob story about how it took five hours to find the goddamn grocery store.
"Oy, you got that GPS phone thing with you?" The Dane piped and turned to his adventuring companion in despair. "I don't think these directions are doing us any good, kære."
When: Sunday, May 8th, later in the evening
Where: A grocery store near you
What: Twinks are not twinkies, but neither of them are quite sure what a twinkie even is. Thus begins a valiant quest on which there is much getting lost, roommate bonding, and the realization that twinkies are not the breakfast of champions.
... The streets were starting to look awful familiar..
Kai stared down at the small map he had printed with what could only be described as utter disdain and mortification. He had hoped to learn the area well enough by now, and he had damn sure been to the grocery store prior to this. But with darkened scenery, an inability to follow basic directions, and an apparent lack of a sense of direction they had walked these same streets for nearly twenty minutes for Kai to only realize that they were simply retracing the block.
He could have sworn the grocery store wasn't that far from the house. In the worst case situation they could always take (Heaven forbid) the bus to downtown, as he was more familiar with his old haunts and the University stomping grounds. Inevitably though they'd have to learn their way around this part of town as it was now home; not to mention it would be terrible embarrassing to return home later and have to face Gilbert with a box of twinkies, a tired Vietnamese girl, and a sob story about how it took five hours to find the goddamn grocery store.
"Oy, you got that GPS phone thing with you?" The Dane piped and turned to his adventuring companion in despair. "I don't think these directions are doing us any good, kære."