We've ALL been there. It's the weekend, you've been out for hours drinking your ass off, and the clock hits 2am, 3am, 4am? And all of a sudden you are FAMISHED.ME NEEDS FOODSIES NOW!!!!
That piece of pizza, that gyro, whatever, it tastes amazing. No matter what.
But lemme tell you, it tastes SO much better when you get it for free!
Free food moments have been abundant in Oz. I've had 2 that I can remember. I'm sure there are more that I don't.
(Free drinks don't count)
Free Food Moment #1- leaving the crazy King's Cross club with Marianne at 3ish I think? We've been dancing our butts off. I see pizza-by-the-slice.
This dude is line turns around, looks at me, pokes me in the face and tells me I'm beautiful. I have a beautiful smile. He tells Marianne, his friend, another person in line and the pizza dude. Puts his arm around me, hangs drunkenly. I almost slap him. Annoying.
But THEN he put 20 bucks in my pocket. WTF!?!?!
I was much nicer after that.
Finally, his pizza arrived. A whole freakin' box of pizza, one of every slice flavor. I grab the super veg, smile nicely, scarf my pizza and enjoy my cab ride home, subsidized by the free pizza beautiful smile guy.
Free Food Moment #2- Last weekend, or maybe 2 weeks ago? Leaving the Ivy with the German ladies, hit up Mackers (McDonald's in America) for a Fillet-o-Fish and some fries.
No tomato sauce.
I go up to the counter to ask for some. The dude hands me a bag with tomato sauce AND 2 Macs. I open the bag, look at him confused. He smiles, nods and walks away.
I announce to the whole place (which is packed) that I just got 2 burgers for FREESIES. And then I share one and eat the other, after finishing my fish. And then order a sundae.
I don't care what ANYONE says. I love me a Mackers chocolate fudge sundae!
3 comments:
By tomato sauce, you mean ketchup, right?
oink oink
Free drink story--
This past weekend I was in Rochester, Minnesota at a bar and I ordered a pitcher of beer. Well the old dude next to me had been chatting me up and when I got the pitcher, he handed the bartender his credit card and paid for it. Mind you, I was buying this pitcher for the table full of GUYS who I was there with. Well at this point I feel like I have to flirt at least a little just to thank him so I say, "Aw you didn't have to do that. What are you drinking?" and he points to the drink next to him and goes, "oh this? This is my wife's."
shameless.
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