Lunchtime Outrage

Dear Izumi Sushi,

How many gastronomic injustices must one suffer in a day?

Your “restaurant” just delivered my “sushi.” You forgot the soy sauce, a minor crime on most days, but a major one today: if I am to decide, due to extreme hunger, to eat slightly dodgy sushi, that decision must be based on an abundance of cute green and white Kikkoman packets. The large ball of wasabi and 10,000 napkins you did include is generally helpful, but no match for browned and chunky yellowtail, even when paired with avocado (surprisingly, not brown).

While I hold you primarily responsible for my gnawing hunger and unhappiness, I also must admit that my coworkers have played a part by withholding my monthly bagel breakfast and purging the generally unruly condiment drawer, where I otherwise might have found soy sauce.

Yours miserably,
Lunchless in a Cubicle