No, it’s not Folgers in your cup, though that’s a pretty close second. It’s waking up to find out you just won a free meal. Specifically, this meal:
*Whispering:* Yessss, keep staring at the screen in jealousy.
So, apparently this a “thing” now, at least at this restaurant. They just give away free food to random people who have really done nothing to deserve it.
And what did I NOT do to earn such a colorful gift you ask? I liked them on Facebook. Crazy right? It’s kind of fate actually, because if there is one thing I’m good at it is Facebook. I might even put that on my resume one day, but I’ll spruce it up to social media officiant, so people won’t look at me funny and think of me as the sad secluded online stalker that I am.
Ahem. Anyways, what had happened was I stopped into this deli one day with my boyfriend for lunch, and I saw a sign that said: “Like us on Facebook! For every ‘like’ we receive we’ll donate one dollar to the Susan Komen Race for the Cure Foundation!” I mean how cool is that?! I immediately whipped out my smartphone, ignoring my boyfriend’s disgruntled glares, (he has this thing about my iphone, something about me “never putting it down”) and liked this delicious and charitable restaurant on Facebook thinking nothing else of it.
Then the plot thickened (I’ve just always wanted to say that, you already know where this is going). I started noticing that they had “fan appreciation day,” and thought “oh, well that’s nice.” A few days after that I’m groggily scrolling through my phone right after waking up (cue boyfriend grumbling if he were there), and I see it. I see the words. The words that led me to deliciousness. I’m the fan of the day, and I think “oh, well that’s nice (really guys, it’s hard to excite me, especially that early in the morning).”
I stumble out of my room, spot my roommate, and tell her about my new found riches expecting a similar response to my own, but what I got was pure unfiltered enthusiasm.Her glee quickly turned my apathy into ecstasy, and for the rest of the day I would greet people by saying “THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!” I even went as far to assume that I would never have to eat again, as evidenced by this text to my boyfriend:
(Pst, I’m not crazy, just a broke vegetarian)
As a side note, I should mention that I have had to eat again (bummer I know), and my father, while happy for me, hopes that I have better days in my future. Thanks Dad!
So to wrap this up, I hope you’ve learned a lot from this tale, specifically: Energy is contagious and free salads are better than no salads (cause I can’t afford to buy them).
Have a splendid day lovely strangers!
With relish,
-A
PS: No worries, call off the search party, I got a new nose ring. You can rest easy now.
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