Why is it that every time I get Chinese food and have to drive home with it, that all the forces of evil conspire to prevent a timely homecoming?
Every red light, every little old lady crossing the street with a walker, every racing fire engine, every mother duck with her family of ducklings - everything that can happen to slow my progress does.
This, of course, is coupled with the fact that the Chinese food is filling my car with its sweet aromas and making me practically drool.
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Me too - and having it in the car just tortures you until you get home. It takes everything I have to prevent ripping the bag open on the passenger seat and start gulfing it down!
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