Gabby when she gets what she wants...
Gabby when she does NOT get what she wants...
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What she wants...
And my family has THE NERVE to call her a spoiled brat.
That's pretty much exactly what my temper tantrums look like. When Tony brings home the wrong kind of drink from starbucks, Lord have mercy!
I'm all happy when I first see the cup!
"Yay! A frap!"
Then I realise they forgot the extra caramel and I'm all "I aint drinking that stupid piece of crap drink! I will throw it down the drain!"
My sister and I used to have a name for the anger we feel when people don't get our food orders right. It's called "Squish the Foam".
You see, one day, Tony went to get us a frozen yogurt. We gave him our order and he came back with THE WRONG SIZES! We wanted larges and he got smalls. SMALLS! . We were both pissed, but didn't want to say anything because, well, it was really nice of him to get it for us. I sat there, looking at this stupid piece of crap SMALL yogurt and I lost it. I started to squeeze the Styrofoam container as hard as I could. The yogurt oozed out of the cup, all over my hands and dropped onto the table. We both started laughing uncontrollably at how stupid we were acting because we didn't get larges! We have "issues" with food, obviously and there have been many times since that incident in which we've called each other on the phone to talk about "A Squish The Foam" incident we had experienced that day.
Have you ever had a Squish the Foam moment? You were looking forward to eating something and when you brought the food home, the order was totally screwed up and you didn't want to eat it because you were SO PISSED that it wasn't exactly what you wanted?
I have a feeling me and my sister are crazy and just may be alone on this issue.







It's happened to me. I went to Jack in the Box late one night for a Southwest Chicken Salad. Imagine my surprise when I got home and all settled in and a movie started - and there was no chicken on my salad. I was so pissed that I drove back up there and demanded the cleaning lady let me in (the lobby was closed). I dropped the salad on the counter and said, "What's wrong with this picture?"
What ensued was a THIRTY MINUTE search for the chicken for the SW salad, and they never did find it. They gave me like four helpings of chicken for a different salad, I went home, put it all in the fridge, and ate ice cream. The salad and chicken went bad in my fridge. Bastards.