Oct 29 2006
“Don’t F**k with a Pregnant woman and her food!”
That’s what I overheard last week in the Starbucks lobby while waiting in line for a Hot Chocolate one afternoon.
From what I gathered, the woman was trying to explain to the person on the other side of the call what she wanted for dinner. It went something like this:
“I think I want a Hot Brown for dinner tonight”
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“What do you mean you don’t know what a Hot Brown is? You’ve never heard of a Hot Brown?”
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“Well, it’s like a sandwich… but hot and covered in melted cheese.”
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“I don’t care if sounds gross, I’m hungry and that’s what I want for dinner. Don’t F**k with a Pregnant woman and her food!”
(Click)
Part of me wants to ask “Did she get the Hot Brown?” but I’m guessing the answer is Yes.
If she’s lucky enough to have a husband like you, she got the hot brown. Not only that, she’ll get the hot brown every night, if that’s what she wants!
She probably changed her mind by the time she got home and wanted mexican instead. Or chinese. Mmmmm…. chinese sounds good!