Turning into the kind of people I hate.

On a trip this past summer back to the city that I used to live in, I meet my one (art school) colleague who wears (women’s) clothes at this one sushi restaurant where I know the manager, and she’s not in, but we hang around and eat and chit-chat with the bartender on duty – we sat at the bar – and when my sushi roll comes out, it turns out that it’s deep-fried.

And, I look at the menu again, and what do you know, the bottom two sushi rolls are in some special graphic box that warns you that they’re deep-fried, but I hadn’t noticed that at all.

Basically, I was one of "those" customers who orders something off the menu without really reading it, and then am surprised at what I get!

So often, we turn into the people we hate.