I went on a date with this cute Japanese guy, and I thought it would be fitting for us to go to a Sushi bar in downtown Charlotte. I have never eaten sushi, but I had to invite him to something that I thought he’d be comfy with. We end up having a great time, we’re talking and laughing. Why did I spread Wasabi all over my sushi roll? I bit into it and immidiately felt a burning sensation. I screamed “What the Fu@k!” and started coughing uncontrollably for like 2 minutes, everyone stared at us. My date was so embarassed that he didn’t say anything all night.

On Friday afternoon, after work, a couple of co-workers and myself got together to go grab a bite from the sushi place down the street. As we pulled into the parking lot at the retaurant, this car cuts in front of us to grab the only close available parking space. Me and 2 of my co-workers rolled down the windows and cursed at the driver and flicked him off. The driver and passenger open the car door, and sure enough, it was my boss and the district manager. We sped off, hoping they didn’t notice us. Now, I’m not excited about going in to work tomorrow morning…