June 18, 2006
I typically go to The Vortex almost every Friday evening after work. They have excellent food and a great staff, and I have several friends that go there. It's a fun place to wind down the week.
I'd headed over there this past Friday along with Less as per usual, and sat down only to realize that I was hungry. I'd ordered a cup of the Italian chicken and sausage with tomato soup (side note: it's almost impossible to order something here that is not delicious), but as good as it was, I was still pretty hungry. Turns out I was quickly developing a craving for some wings, so I ordered a plate. "Tell the kitchen to make them as hot as they can" is always my ordering style.
I should note that my eating style for wings, however, is different than most people. Now I wouldn't go so far as to say that I have some severe emotional complex about getting stuff on my hands and I certainly don't wash them every twenty minutes, but when I have gooey or greasy crap on my hands it's uncomfortable, it annoys the shit out of me, and I don't like it. Thus, most finger food is not as such for me if I can avoid it. Wings fall into this particular category, and I eat them with a fork and a knife.
The plate of wings I received on Friday was no exception. Shay walked by as I was eating my wings, stopped to give me an odd look, then asked one of the funniest questions I'd ever been asked.
"I'm sorry dear, have you never seen that done before?"
She wasn't the only one. Korin also passed by, stopped to give me a similar look as Shay, then flat out asked me what the hell.
"Are you eating wings with a knife and fork?"
"Yes, I am!"
"...and you're straight?"
"Yes, I am!"
"Okay, just wanted to make sure."
Then Shay asked me if anyone could ever be mad at me because of my dimples. I told her people hate me all the time. I don't think she believed me.
(11:16)
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