What’s wrong with people? II
A word of caution about the Happy Greek. A couple months ago, I got home late on a Sunday night and wanted to buy hummus. Unfortunately, I got to the restaurant about half an hour late, and even though they still had customers in there, the mean woman at the bar yelled at me and told me they were closed. She knew I wanted to buy the hummus! It’s $8.50 a pint! Take my money, please!
Tonight I bought some during dinner for take-away. Not only was I taxed on it, when the waitress brought it out, each pint was only about 2/3 full. Well, at these disgustingly high prices, I just had to send it back. When she came back (it certainly wasn’t her fault) she told me that the owner said it was correct, but he went ahead and added some more anyway.
Excuse me, but at $68 a gallon, you would think I could get the damn containers full, without the attitude and without the tax. I mean, it’s very good, but come on! Anyone else got a horror story?
There’s no hummus like Greek Hummus
Like no Hummus I know
Everything about it is appealing
Everything the traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are eating
That extra bowl
There’s no Hummus like Greek Hummus
You will cry when you run low
Yesterday they told you you would not get some
That night you return and there you are
Next day on your return they have fixed you up
So eat it now oh say yum
You get word before the Hummus is cooked
That your favorite uncle died at dawn
Top of that, your ma and pa have parted
You’re broken-hearted
But you go on to get the Hummus
Life may really be a bumus
So grab some Ozu and then some humus
And go on and eat on the run!
Its Hummus
Its Great
It’s fun
Go on and have some!
… aaaand, scene.