I know spring has arrived in the library when House makes me
do inventory. As I run the grueling barcode gauntlet, moving methodically from
shelf to shelf, scanning each and every book for the third day in a row, my
withered body cries out for food.
“House, know what I could really go for right now?”
“What’s that?” she replies, feigning interest in my thoughts.
“A 99 cent shrimp cocktail from the Golden Gate in Vegas. At that price, if you eat enough shrimp, the plane ticket pays for itself.”
At this point I’m feverish for shrimp.
“If I’m living in Vegas when I go to cooking school, I’ll be 22 years old. I’ll be able to eat all the shrimp cocktail I want.”
-Scott
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