Johnny Carino's

So the other day my boss ordered lunch for the office as a reward for such wonderful numbers from February. We were each able to select a meal from the Johnny Carino's menu, and Lauren went and picked them up. I was starving that day, and was sooooo relieved when Stacy announced that lunch was here.

I jubilantly skipped to the lunch room, and Lauren handed me my meal, complete with bread and salad. I took it back to my cave of an office and exuberantly dug in. I tasted the salad dressing and realized that they had not given me the ranch that I had requested, but instead had mistakenly put in gorgonzola dressing. It tasted fine, so I started happily munching away.

About five minutes into my salad, I felt a tickle in the back of my throat, so I cleared it. A few seconds later, it felt like I needed to clear it again. After about two minutes of me continually clearing my throat, my boss came over to my office. "Are you ok?" she asked with an amused smile on her face. I said "I think I have something stuck in my throat" and coughed again. She commanded that I open up and let her examine the back of my throat. I did and she exclaimed "Holy crap your throat and tongue are all swollen up!"

Fantastic. Just what I need.

Lauren had some benadryl pills in her bag, so they made me take two of them. Swallowing them was a lovely experience, but about thirty minutes later, I was fine again. I eyed the gorganzola dressing suspiciously. What could I possibly be allergic to that is in gorgonzola dressing? And how was I going to finish my salad without dressing? Just as I was about to stuff a piece of lettuce with the questionable dressing in my mouth, Stacy came around the corner. "Kristi! You are not seriously going to eat that again!"

Guilty. But it was really good dressing!