The pickle conspiracy continues.

I was walking to the T stop Friday morning when I came across this. A broken jar of pickles on the ground.

The universe is reading my blog and having a good old hearty chuckle. (click here for my original pickle post)

Pickles from a jar just look gross. They're practically neon. I actually would not have eaten these pickles anyways but still. It made me want a good pickle.

Ah but then I arrived to work and was greeted to a giant container of pickles in the fridge brought in buy my boss for everyone to eat.

And eat I did. Now this is a REAL pickle. It was delicious. I forgive you universe for your lol jokes. You were nice to me in the end.

The great pickle mystery.

You know what's not fair? When you go out to eat and you get a sandwich or a burger and when your food arrives your boyfriend gets a pickle but you do not. I mean what the heck? I enjoy that pickle and lately every restaurant I go to steals that joy from me.

Derek thinks this is hilarious while I'm sitting here pickle deprived. He always gets his pickle. I'm starting to think this is a conspiracy. A pickle conspiracy!

The next time I don't get a pickle with my meal when it's suppose to have a pickle I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to say "waitress/waiter. I do believe my plate is missing a pickle." Or I'm stealing Derek's, but only if he laughs at my pickle-less plate.

Oh yea, I think there was an election of some sort but I've been distracted by not having a pickle. I have priorities.