Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Prego kills Ragu!
There is a bottle of 409 that has been staring at me for a few days and I haven’t done anything about it yet.
So I thought it would be a cool idea to go get some food, take-out style. Normally, this involves me walking up to the street where food is, ordering, getting the food, and putting it in my bookbag. I am not sure why I don’t like carrying stuff, but I don’t. I even take my bookbag over to the place where I print stuff because I don’t feel like carrying it. Like bags were made to carry crap, so I might as well use it, right?
I ordered spaghetti and meatballs. The last time I got this at this particular place, you know, it was pretty good. I was feeling in an Italian mood, but I didn’t want pizza, so I figured spaghetti was a good choice. So I get this crap and put it in my bookbag, like I always do. It always works with sandwiches and even Chinese food, so this should be no different. Spaghetti, it turns out, is the devil!
As I’m walking back, I notice how unusually warm my lower back is. Notice, this is the exact location of the spaghetti in my bookbag. I really didn’t think too much of it, other than it was really warm. I get back to my place, and take out the spaghetti. When I take it out, I notice the bag covering the what-I-thought-was-styrofoam-but-was-instead-an-aluminum-pan-with-a-paper-lid was shredded open in marinara sauce. Like this bag had no chance with this spaghetti. Apparently, I failed to, you know, notice that this shit was in fact not stryofoam, and had erupted inside of my bookbag. And the sauce was now dripping from my hand onto the floor. Normally, this would make me pretty upset. Oddly enough, I was cool.
I didn’t even cuss! I grabbed some paper plates and shoved them under the erupting bag of spaghetti, then grabbed the only thing I could find that would soak anything up: my washcloth. Armed with the washcloth and some 409, I started to scrub the carpet. I managed to get the stains out (I think). My bookbag, however, is another story.
This piece continues to randomly reek of spaghetti. I cleaned it out with the 409 and let it sit out and inside-out for like two days. But it still kind of smells. I don’t really understand it. I meant to go back and re-scrub it, but I haven’t got around to it. That would be why the 409 is still out. Maybe I should do something about that. ¶ 9:50 PM
So I thought it would be a cool idea to go get some food, take-out style. Normally, this involves me walking up to the street where food is, ordering, getting the food, and putting it in my bookbag. I am not sure why I don’t like carrying stuff, but I don’t. I even take my bookbag over to the place where I print stuff because I don’t feel like carrying it. Like bags were made to carry crap, so I might as well use it, right?
I ordered spaghetti and meatballs. The last time I got this at this particular place, you know, it was pretty good. I was feeling in an Italian mood, but I didn’t want pizza, so I figured spaghetti was a good choice. So I get this crap and put it in my bookbag, like I always do. It always works with sandwiches and even Chinese food, so this should be no different. Spaghetti, it turns out, is the devil!
As I’m walking back, I notice how unusually warm my lower back is. Notice, this is the exact location of the spaghetti in my bookbag. I really didn’t think too much of it, other than it was really warm. I get back to my place, and take out the spaghetti. When I take it out, I notice the bag covering the what-I-thought-was-styrofoam-but-was-instead-an-aluminum-pan-with-a-paper-lid was shredded open in marinara sauce. Like this bag had no chance with this spaghetti. Apparently, I failed to, you know, notice that this shit was in fact not stryofoam, and had erupted inside of my bookbag. And the sauce was now dripping from my hand onto the floor. Normally, this would make me pretty upset. Oddly enough, I was cool.
I didn’t even cuss! I grabbed some paper plates and shoved them under the erupting bag of spaghetti, then grabbed the only thing I could find that would soak anything up: my washcloth. Armed with the washcloth and some 409, I started to scrub the carpet. I managed to get the stains out (I think). My bookbag, however, is another story.
This piece continues to randomly reek of spaghetti. I cleaned it out with the 409 and let it sit out and inside-out for like two days. But it still kind of smells. I don’t really understand it. I meant to go back and re-scrub it, but I haven’t got around to it. That would be why the 409 is still out. Maybe I should do something about that. ¶ 9:50 PM
