Friday, September 24, 2010
So the story goes like this:
Me and my friend got pretty baked one night and were driving around San Francisco (3 am, no people, awesome). I'd never been to chinatown and when we bumped into it I was so damn amazed. At 4 am it was full of people in the streets, all stores were open and there were huge flashing signs everywhere. We decided to eat some chinese food (duh, what else?) and found parking after circling chinatown like 10 times. This part actually sucked because I drive a stick and chinatown is kind of on a hill so we had to go up and down. Anyway we find a chinese food restaurant and ordered fried rice. Shit took forever but they finally brought me my plate and it was fucking delicious. My friend was pretty sad because they took longer on his plate. After a while, the old angry asian lady brought him his plate and he was as happy as one can be, but there was no fork.. We asked her for a fork and when she came she simply took my friend's plate away without a word and put it on someone else's table. We were like 'wat' and after we realized what had just happened my friend was in between crying and raging, while I was laughing my ass off. After a while of me laughing and him crying they finally brought him another plate, a group of people with eyes red as hell came in and we all ate happily ever after. Fin.