Scavenger Hunt, but it’s more like a Treasure Hunt.
Tonight Eric and I went with our buddy Mike downtown to a local steak restaurant in Boulder for burgers and a drink. We sat down at the bar and I ordered (worded here exactly as I said it), “a tequila, soda water, and lime juice, on the rocks with salt, please.”
We ordered our burgers and sat in to watch the Rangers punch their ticket to the World Series. At the end of the night the bar tender asked about my drink and I said, “it was great, thanks.” He then replied, “I put a little simple syrup in there for you as well.”
Sabotaged. Did I ASK for simple syrup? I stared at him in disbelief. I HAD BEEN POISONED! He looked at me confused but then walked away to help someone else at the bar. Despite my fasting glucose of 69 (holler!) I FEEL POISONED.
Bottom line is that shit happens and even though this was in no way my fault and beyond my control it does still count against my WTF scorecard.
And I’ll leave you with a little food for thought. The CDC predicts that 1 in 3 Americans will have Type 2 diabetes by 2050.