Riding out the storm.

So I can't be that much of an ingrate because he did take me in from the storm that passed through the east coast recently, but I will bring this exchange to light. You see, my dear friend and podcast partner, Quinto, agreed to put me up (and drive me to work if need be?! What?! Yes, ladies, he is single) for a few days if where I lived lost power and/or if public transit was suspended a few more days. His one condition? "Bring snacks" he replied. Obviously, the day before the storm, there were slim pickins at the local general store.  I grabbed what I could and headed over to his place. Here's what he had to say about my selection:

Quinto: [grimaces] I have an allergy to generic brand food products, so I'll have to pass.

Me:[pauses. blinks. replies:]...I hate you.


Day one of storm refugee. We were off to a great start.