I wanted a bento box from the sushi place near my house a few days ago. They have a lunch special where you can get a bento box with a few choices for $7.95 from 11:00 AM to 2:30 PM every weekday. I woke up craving it and I was determined to get it. I woke up and got dressed, started doing some chores, and got sucked into the internet for a while. When I finally noticed the time, I realized that I was pushing it. I grabbed my jacket and some cash and ran out the door. I speed-walked the few blocks to the sushi place, and pushed open the door slightly out of breath. The hostess offered me a seat at the bar and a menu, both of which I took gladly. I glanced at the menu, but I already knew that I wanted the bento box with a California roll and teriyaki chicken. The server came over, and I asked if I was too late for the lunch special. She smiled politely and said that I just missed it. She said that I could still get a bento box but it would be an extra six bucks. I just got up and left, settling for a slice of pizza from down the street. The bento box would have been more satisfying, but I wasn’t going to order it if I couldn’t get the lunch special discount. Missing the lunch special by a few minutes blows. It makes you think about all the bullshit things that made you late. You might have a full stomach if you hadn’t decided to do the dishes or take out the trash. You might have saved a few bucks if you shaved last night instead of this morning. There’s nothing you can do about it, except for trying to be more punctual next time. You live, you learn.
Critically Rated at 7/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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