An epic quest for ribs . . .

I had a taste for some barbeque spare ribs today.

This, I knew, was a Bad Thing. Why? Because the more I want something the harder it is to get. I mean, if I just kinda casually decided, "Gee, some ribs would be nice," that would've been easy. I'd just go and get some. But since I had one of those Cravings Which Will Not Be Denied, I knew it was going to become The Lord of the Rings.

So, I call this place nearby that I won't name--I'll call it Crapplebee's. Normally I have no problem with them, and they are right around the corner, so I thought I could just run by there, get my ribs, and be back in a few minutes. I called and placed my order, waited around a few minutes, then went to get my ribs.

I sat in the truck for a few minutes and eventually one of the servers came out to tell me--guess what? They don't have any ribs. They will have some--in 70 minutes.

So, I decide to go by Ruby Tuesday's.

The down side is I know while I sit at the bar and wait for my order I'll have to endure the waves of desperate loneliness radiating from Vodka Tonic granny, who is waiting when they open every morning to go sit at the bar and hammer down a few glasses of her favorite drink and depress the other customers. The up side, though--I'll get some of their potato salad from the salad bar.

I get to the place, and guess what? Granny is there. Potato salad is not.

So, I did eventually get my ribs, and they were tasty, but now I have this unsatisfied hankering for potato salad that I'm just going to allow to remain unsatisfied.

Sort of reminds me of the time this girl I was desperately trying to bed sent me on a quest for a strawberry milk shake. You'd think that would be simple, but I went to every frakkin' restaurant on this side of town and everybody's  shake machine was broken. Never got the shake, or laid.

Story of my life. Oh, well. At least I got a blog posting out of this.