I love Chinese food. It took me two and a half years to find a good Chinese food place at my old apartment. So when I moved, I was sad, because all that effort was going out the window.
I was digging through the near-last of the boxes (I don’t think I’ll get to the last-last for several months) and found one of the menus, and got a wonton craving.
So I figured what the hell, called them up, and asked if they delivered to my new address. Then the skies parted, and a chorus of angels sang: They deliver to my new place.
That news made me more disproportionally happy than anything else this weekend.