My taste buds had been quivering all day with the anticipation of wrapping themselves around a juicy-deep-fried chicken thigh. However as I walked towards KFC I was distracted by a brand new backlit poster of a Spicy Caesar Roller:
I ran inside and quickly ordered one, because I’m adventurous that way. I decided that getting my usual chicken thigh pieces was so yesterday so went for something a little more… risqué.
My hopes have hardly been higher, so you can imagine my disappointment as I unfolded the greasy wrapper to uncover a hopelessly tiny, squashed roller. I stared hungrily at what was supposed to be an amazing, mouth exploding lunch then mumbled “You tricked me with your appetizing imagery… you’re nothing like what I imagined you to be.”
The more I looked at it the more agitated I became so I took a bite, “I’ll still eat you, but I’d like you to know I’m not a happy bunny.”
As I chewed on my lifeless, rubbery roller I glared back at the backlit poster which had originally caused all the excitement, this was no amazing spicy caesar roller, this was a stale, limp bit of wrap with two tasteless balls of chicken and a smidgeon of caesar sauce. There was no point pretending I was enjoying my lunch, because I wasn’t.
So I’d just like to say…