Your Body Is Priceless. It Deserves Better Than Cheap Food Prepared By People Who Hate Their Jobs!

One evening my boyfriend and I went to grab food at a local Jamaican restaurant in Brooklyn. The establishment functioned as an assembly line of sorts. The food options were displayed, and customers had to point or tell the employee what they wanted from the lineup of West Indian cuisine.

There were two ladies assigned to listen to the choices we wanted and place food in our containers. The lady who took my order was pleasant and had a smile on her face as she did her job.

My tall boyfriend leaned over towards me. “I want her to take my order,” he said.

Unfortunately he didn’t get his wish. Another woman walked over to help him. She had an unfriendly “I really don’t want to fucking be here” look on her face. She groaned every time he had a question. I could feel his frustration with this woman as it seemed as though they were silently at war from both sides of the glass.

Once our food was paid for we went back to his house to eat. I was super hungry and immediately dug in to the delicious goodness in my plastic containers. My man, however, picked at his food with his fork. I watched in silence as he took a few bites then angrily placed his styrofoam container on the coffee table.