The Perfect Reason to BYO Lunch

In case you don't know me that well - wait, there are like, four people who read this and three of them used to work with me - I've been known to talk about how much I dislike the landscape of Dallas. Now, before I go any further, this is not a post about Dallas, this is a post about karma.

I spent a solid five years among endless strip malls and fancy malls and shopping centers that are around Dallas. In fact, I'm pretty sure you can walk from shopping center to shopping center without encountering anything else from Dallas all the way up to maybe ten miles short of Oklahoma. Just follow Hwy 75. I complained about this lack of scenery for a long time, to anyone who would listen. Clearly, I should have shut up about it.

Why? Because here I am in the loverly city of Boston, walking to work every day, not driving anywhere, toting groceries home in a freakin' reusable bag (okay, I've only remembered to bring it like, once), and where do I go five days a week, sometimes even more, say, if want to use the gym or if I forgot my power cord? A MALL. Sure, it's The Prudential Center, but that doesn't change the fact that it's a mall, filled with summer tourists, a food court, escalators,Vineyard Vines, a candy store with an asshole clerk, five billion strollers, unleashed children, too much A&F, AE, and Hollister to count, the whole nine. It's only empty in the morning. After 9:30 a.m., you're screwed if you want to go anywhere without running into someone because they've decided to just stop walking and do a 180 into you.

On the plus side, the air conditioning is amazing right now. There's also a Qdoba that sells a decent (if you close your eyes and pretend it's Taco Cabana) breakfast burrito. And once I actually get to work it's good. But you know. Just be careful what you wish for. Or bitch about.