I want my lunch back!

So last night, a huge cold front blew through Dallas and has chosen to stay for a while. It's absolutely freezing, and being as cold-natured as I am, I'm not a big fan of having to be outside in this. Last night when I was thinking about the weather, I figured I'd bring my lunch so I wouldn't have to go out and freeze if I didn't have to. It was also helpful that Robyn and I had just gone to the grocery store and stocked up on our Lean Cuisine pizzas that we love oh so much.

Well, unfortunately, I did have to make a trip out into the cold because I needed to go to the bank at lunch. The closest branch to my work, and it's inside Tom Thumb, so I had to get out in the freezing weather to walk in and out of the store. I dread having to go to this location just for that reason. I made it back to my toasty car and was relieved that was over. Just one more quick run through the cold back into the office and I'd be done, at least until 5:00.

I got back to my office and wasn't hungry yet, so I decided to wait a bit before going to the kitchen to heat up my pizza. Finally, it's 1:30 and my appetite is quickly escalating from hungry to STARVING in a matter of seconds. I walk down to the kitchen and it's GONE. My freakin' pizza is gone. I checked both drawers of the freezer, in the fridge, everywhere. Somebody stole my pizza! I put it in there this morning with 4 other meals (none of them happened to be pizza) and those same 4 meals were there, except mine. Oh I was soooooo pissed! Do you know what that meant? I meant it was 1:40, I was STARVING and now PISSED, I had to get my car BACK out of valet, get BACK in the cold, drive somewhere else and buy ANOTHER lunch, but what did I want?!?!

Taco Bell sounded to be the quickest and cheapest resolution, so I head that way. I'm growing more irritated by the minute because of all the construction that blocks any convenient route, and the never ending row of makeshift stop signs (including Mexicans holding up their own signs.) I take a trip through the drive-thru because there is no way in hell I'm getting out of my warm car again until I have to. Through the speaker, I hear the speech of what sounds to be a very uneducated, yet very familiar 'sister.' I pull up to the window, and as I'm handing the girl my money, I'm think to myself that she looks ridiculously familiar. Kind of like the girl who couldn't get my name right at Einstein Bagels (blogged back in the fall: Compton Does NOT Belong in Highland Park.) She was a spitting image of that fabulous girl who renamed me 'Alen.' Suddenly, I caught glimpse of her iced-out cat earrings, and I was in heaven. I had reconnected with the same idiot who messed up my name months ago. I guess she called the wrong person the wrong name for the final time before she had to downgrade to the Taco Bell drive-thru. Seeing her made my stolen pizza experience all okay!