S*** i eat: part 1

delivery is one of the amazing things about nyc. it goes in the 'love' column of my love/hate relationship with the stupid awesome city. im post call, dont want to be seen by anyone (scratch that: shouldnt be seen by anyone). its not pretty. and because i have no food in my fridge (scratch that: no edible/unrotten food in my fridge) its time for takeout. i click, give them my credit card, and voila, in less time than it takes me to put on my pants so the delivery man isnt freaked out, my thai food is here.



i look into my bag and see this. at first this was going to be a rant about how they fucked up my order. i didnt order soup. and i definitely didnt order cold soup. and then to my delight, i realized this is my thai iced tea. it came in what i will always negatively associate with my parents cole slaw containers. growing up my parents would eat a disgusting amount of cole slaw and then reuse the containers that would be scattered around the kitchen, never with a top that fit. even though it was all the same damn cole slaw container. and now, i get to do the same. which my nonexistent kids may in the future may have a negative association with moms 'thai iced tea' containers. i cant wait for the day.

and i still cant look at coleslaw without wanted to vomit. dont worry, i wont show a picture. it will never be part of s*** i eat.