The Day Cora Tried to Kill Me
On Tuesday, I went for breakfast at Cora's restaurant with my friends Jocelyn and Peter. This excursion was an experiment based on an idea. I wanted to decide once and for all whether I hate Cora's, after my last bad experience there.
Going out for breakfast at lunchtime on a Tuesday is a good idea, because the service is pretty fast. This almost made it ok to put up with the usual Cora's idiocies. These include trying to not feel like a complete tool when ordering from a menu that names food items things like Majestic Fruit Explosion Wonderful. And Waffle Fantasy Sex Explosion Yum.
But I wasn't gonna let it break me. I would give Cora's a fair second chance.
Even before we were served, something just wasn't sitting right. I couldn't identify what at first. It was something metaphysical. "Do you know what day it is today?," I asked. Jocelyn dug into the calender part of her brain that only students possess, and found the answer. "It's February 20." Oh no! February 20, and there are 3 of us at the table!!
That equals the Number 23!!!
The coincidence was so extraordinary that I didn't want to say anything and alarm my friends. This was going to be a day that would live on in infamy, if the Devil let us survive it.
Though clearly in a manic state of anxiety, I had to get my shit together and decide what I wanted for breakfast. Tempted to order the Strawberry Waffle Unshowered Freedom Hippie Kablow, I settled on the Buckwheat's Britches Wonderful. When the food arrived, I ate slowly. I kept waiting in fear for Peter to puke on Jocelyn, or to find a WMD in my Buckwheat's Britches Wonderful.
At this present time, I can look at that trip to Cora's on Tuesday February 20 as in some ways more positive than the previous time I dined there. But the prophecy just hasn't revealed itself yet. I still fear that experience. Every bad thing that happens to me in the future can be traced back to this day.
The Number 23 wants us all dead.
Going out for breakfast at lunchtime on a Tuesday is a good idea, because the service is pretty fast. This almost made it ok to put up with the usual Cora's idiocies. These include trying to not feel like a complete tool when ordering from a menu that names food items things like Majestic Fruit Explosion Wonderful. And Waffle Fantasy Sex Explosion Yum.
But I wasn't gonna let it break me. I would give Cora's a fair second chance.
Even before we were served, something just wasn't sitting right. I couldn't identify what at first. It was something metaphysical. "Do you know what day it is today?," I asked. Jocelyn dug into the calender part of her brain that only students possess, and found the answer. "It's February 20." Oh no! February 20, and there are 3 of us at the table!!
That equals the Number 23!!!
The coincidence was so extraordinary that I didn't want to say anything and alarm my friends. This was going to be a day that would live on in infamy, if the Devil let us survive it.
Though clearly in a manic state of anxiety, I had to get my shit together and decide what I wanted for breakfast. Tempted to order the Strawberry Waffle Unshowered Freedom Hippie Kablow, I settled on the Buckwheat's Britches Wonderful. When the food arrived, I ate slowly. I kept waiting in fear for Peter to puke on Jocelyn, or to find a WMD in my Buckwheat's Britches Wonderful.
At this present time, I can look at that trip to Cora's on Tuesday February 20 as in some ways more positive than the previous time I dined there. But the prophecy just hasn't revealed itself yet. I still fear that experience. Every bad thing that happens to me in the future can be traced back to this day.
The Number 23 wants us all dead.