Unfulfilled.

If you have any taste at all, you know that the fresh, hot rolls from Spring Creek Barbecue are manna from heaven.  I just want to bury my face in them.  I want to be buried alive in pit of those rolls and eat my way out.  I want to bathe in them.  I want to eat them till I puke doughy, bready, yeasty vomit.

You get the picture.

So, tonight we ate us some Spring Creek Barbecue.  I had the roll that came with my plate, and then anxiously awaited the roll wench, to get a second roll.

She never came.  SHE NEVER CAME.  

She.  

Never.  

Came.

I'm crushed.  I'm pissed.  My night is in shambles.

Life sucks.