"Moshi Moshi. E-chan here; I want to discuss and hopefully convey to you the horrible mental and emotional anguish that people suffer if they try to go to a Mexican restaurant on a Monday. So here is my relation of one day when I tried to do such a thing."
My sister and I were bored one day and we were both hungry, and she had money... so inevitably we decided to go out to eat. Now there is this lovely quaint little Mexican place in town with great food that just happened to be my Sister's favorite restaurant; So, we decided to go there. We get in the car and are on our way there, talking about what we want to get... drooling over the thought of some cheese sauce, and nearly drowning in our own saliva as we discuss lunch. Then when we got to the restaurant, the most horrible thing occured to us...
It was Monday! The place was closed! My sister gave the decadent building a look of fuming hatred while I simply said: "I knew there was a reason I hated Mondays..." and fumed in my own special way. Then my sister brightened some and said: "Oh, what about the other Mexican place in town.. do you think they're open?" I gave her a look of grief-stricken hunger, "No, but, lets go make sure."
We both knew very well that the place was closed, but we had to go make sure and something struck me on the way there... and this is my analogy:
Trying to go to a Mexican restaurant on a Monday is like being a murdered bimbo... You get all excited and fearful, but then are stabbed violently... and then, bleeding and crying you crawl naked down the apartment building's hall (why is she naked? ask the people who make those movies, the chicks are always naked.. I don't get it either...) anyway, you're crawling down the hall hoping and praying that your neighbors are home even though you know they went on vacation last week; And when you finally reach their door and realize that they really are gone... the killer makes the final wound, and you die; pathetic and naked..."
Don't you see the amazing similarity? Its uncanny, you get all excited and afraid that they are closed, you get to the first place, "OOWWW!" one stab wound... then you go to the second restaurant, saddened, but still full of hope and when you realize they are closed, "ooohhh....." - the final death wound."
Thank you for listening, hopefully I'll be back next week with another lovely analogy or thought.