Be Concerned

It may be because I started watching The X-Files, but I have a high degree of certainty that the owners of the tiny Chinese food place near where I live are some form of extraterrestrial life.

It couldn't be like X-Files aliens, or Fire in the Sky, I'm talking about like Men in Black, or Third Rock From the Sun. Lighthearted and not too serious aliens just trying to eke out a living the best that they can, which happens to be operating a tiny Chinese restaurant in a tiny desert. I don't know how aliens think. Maybe this is a great deal for them. Maybe they come from a planet that is entirely like Mexico or something, I don't know.

Anyways,

I took this picture while everyone on the other side of the counter either scurried about with no visible purpose or were overtaken by their own thoughts. The real point here is the Sesame Street wrapping paper.

What the hell is the point of that? Seriously, any idea would be great. Why would you have anything in a clear display that you'd want to hide, and why would you think that a disgustingly colorful set of wrapping paper is the way to do it? Besides, you have to be able to see it over the counter, which is kind of a deterrent for any child right there.

I don't have anything against Sesame Street. I was a kid once. But every time I see that wrapping paper, I can't help but imagine some alien logic going into its placement. It's like the equivalent of a shirt that says 'I ♥ EARTH CULTURE'. It's so out of place it hurts. Hurts enough for me to write about it, anyway.

Fun Fact: This is not the only example of my 'Aliens run sub-par Chinese restaurants' deal. In fact, it's the lesser of the two examples. I literally remembered the other one and how much better evidence it would be in the middle of writing this, so I decided to leave and go get a picture of it. I ended up ordering food at the other offending establishment so as to not just waltz in there and photograph, and I returned home COMPLETELY FORGETTING what I had bothered to go there for in the first place. I literally ate Chinese food for two meals in the same day while hating on the restaurants that provided it. I'm human garbage.

But that Twice-Cooked Pork is the cat's pajamas.