I think the world knows I’m trying to lose weight and is in full support.
I’m not sure if this is a good thing for me or if I should be offended that the world thinks I’m so overweight that it needs to aid my success.
All I know is that yesterday I took a trip to my favorite ice cream parlor in the city – gelato, to be exact – only to find it out of business. Out of business! I went across town just for a tiny little cup of homemade double chocolate award-winning gelato and I came back empty.
The look of absolute despair was so evident on my face that a passerby stopped to tell me she understood and had the same reaction. Turns out the landlord was a jerk or something and even though they had great business, they decided to close their doors. Rumor is they may open elsewhere, but there was no evidence on the shop window. Just a sign that said:
“Coming Soon: Chica Loca Taco!”
Chica Loca Taco? It’s been a while since Spanish 4, but I’m pretty certain that means crazy girl taco and without a logo or any appropriate signage, I have no way to know if this is going to be a food joint or a … scantily clad ladies joint.
I’m sorry to go there, but it’s true.
And to complicate matters even more, the page they put up on Facebook to keep locals informed of its grand opening features this picture:
This is no recompense for taking my delicious, award-winning gelato. You can’t take something wholesome like a local business with homemade ice cream and replace it with a taco joint (which kind, we don’t know) that features a fully-costumed female skeleton as its pictorial respresentation.
My stomach is empty, my heart saddened, and my brain confused.
If this is what the world must do to lead me to success in weight loss, so be it. But if I go to Jimmy John’s tomorrow and it’s replaced with a confusing phrase in a foreign tongue and some nonsensical picture like Christopher Columbus wrestling an alligator, I will rage. ♣