I saw The 40-Year-Old Virgin last night (check out my review!) with Lex, my friend Heather, and her boyfriend Matt.  After our 7:15 showing concluded, we discussed what to do next, and since none of us had eaten dinner, we thought, "Hey, let's eat!" (How bizarre is it that we share a collective consciousness?)  Eating out with friends can often be a bit of a challenge, because I keep very strictly kosher, and apparently most other people don't 

 There happens to be a kosher Chinese/Persian restaurant called Kabob and Chinese near Heather and Matt's apartment, and since all of the other kosher restaurants are further away, we decided to go there.  Lex looked up the phone number on his Blackberry and called.  He got a recording that said the number had been changed, call this number instead, so he did, and they were open, so off we went. 

 Lex and I arrived first, somewhat confused; we couldn't find the restaurant.  Heather and Matt joined us shortly.  We finally realized that the restaurant was not there; it had closed!  Who had we spoken to on the phone - was it the Ghost of Restaurants Past?  No, it turns out the recording had directed us to the other branch of the restaurant, the one that's with all of the other further away kosher restaurants.  Apparently they didn't feel it was important to alert callers to this fact on their recording.  So in the end, we had to drive down to the far away Koshertown after all, and we learned the true meaning of the Kosher spirit.  G-d bless us, everyone.

Sometimes I think the world would be a better place if there was one day a year when I could take everyone that bothers me, sit them on a couch, and make them listen to all the things they do that annoy me or are stupid without them being able to interrupt.