Sometimes the ride home ends up okay. We can sometimes bitch about something stupid other people at work did, get a laugh out of it. Sometimes we talk about dinner. I always talk about dinner. I think about food a lot.
But of course I don't eat anything because vegetarians just eat air and drink the glistening morning dew off of leaves.
I was talking about wanting to eat at a restaurant named Rice & Noodles. Phil asked me what kind of food they had there, and I told him Vietnamese. His response to this was:
"I don't mess with Chinese. They are all dirty."
I was speechless for a while...
"Well, it actually isn't Chinese, it is Vietnamese. They are pretty different..." I said, staring at him.
"It is all the same anyway." He responded.
I sat speechless for the rest of the ride.
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