One week ago today, I wrote about something I like to call Applebee's Day. I also continued and went over how every time I get a trip together, something comes up to ruin the fun.
In a bit of cosmic irony, last Thursday such an event did occur. The driver's mother's best friend's son had killed himself between when I posted about the curse and when we were supposed to leave. Our driver ended up taking us anyway, and I don't blame him. I'd want to get some room and have a chance to get my mind off of it too.
The point, however, is that Applebee's Day does usually seem to be accompanied by The Applebee's Curse. Today we are supposed to go again (and with another friend tagging along), and I just have to wonder what horrible punishment the universe is coming up with to nail me this time.
Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll just be something like my meal being excessively salty again. I can live with that.
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