tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186969706008166887.post9091908839759252126..comments2023-03-17T06:24:14.950-04:00Comments on Deliberately Unintentional: A Hardy SoulKatt Maiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12216747070712551383noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186969706008166887.post-68172478708693744282009-01-16T16:18:00.000-05:002009-01-16T16:18:00.000-05:00I liked the way you wrapped it up. Truthfully, ord...I liked the way you wrapped it up. Truthfully, ordering in a salad or sandwich line is more stressful than jockeying for a seat on the NYC subway! btw, this is Molly (i used my aim)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186969706008166887.post-60217103271581862862009-01-16T10:59:00.000-05:002009-01-16T10:59:00.000-05:00It reminds me of Pat's Diner in Philly....where I ...It reminds me of Pat's Diner in Philly....where I watched my co-workers order their Philly cheese steaks....and the soup Nazi from Seinfeld. Thanks for turning a stressful situation into something we can appreciate and laugh about!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186969706008166887.post-3701874399111419942009-01-15T11:38:00.000-05:002009-01-15T11:38:00.000-05:00That's funny. We had a Potbelly Sandwich Works in ...That's funny. We had a Potbelly Sandwich Works in Ann Arbor and I did the exact same thing. I took an order to go because I didn't realize there was an upstairs. I think the college customers were much more forgiving than the gov't employees about quick orders.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186969706008166887.post-84198908223966800892009-01-15T10:39:00.000-05:002009-01-15T10:39:00.000-05:00I, too, suffer from 'order anxiety' and especially...I, too, suffer from 'order anxiety' and especially appreciate the orderer's remorse that usually shows its ugly face after something irreversible like the first bite. Like the name of your blog, too. It reminds me of another of one of my favorite ironic concepts. 'Accidentally beautiful'- this includeds at least 45 minutes of showering, mirror-time, 2 discarded outfits on the floor after which you answer the do. Then you say, 'Oh, you caught me in this little ol' thing. I just woke up.' (insert convincing yawn)<BR/>Well, maybe this is just a Southern stereotype I fancy since my migration.<BR/>HopeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com