I went apeshit while seeing the White Sox this weekend. You can read the first part of my rant over on Metblogs. I will post the second part here because it is really petty and I am just like that.

So, Bean and I love ballpark food. Nachos, pretzels with cheese, hot dogs, you name it. But nothing gets us worked up like funnel cakes. For future reference, if you would ever like to impress me, buy me a funnel cake. I'll shriek like a freakazoid and devour it instantaneously.

When some kid came walking down the aisle with a funnel cake in hand, we just about lost it. We both looked at each other with saucer eyes and screamed "FUNNEL CAKE". Since we had just returned from the concession stand with nachos, a hot dog, a hamburger, salted peanuts, pretzel with cheese, two beers and a pop we promised to wait until after the 5th inning to get funnel cakes. (Note: about 75% of the previously listed food was Matt's. He's good like that when it comes to ballpark food.)

This proved to seriously suck as the first 4 innings took and hour and a half to play. As soon as the Sox had their last out at the bottom of the 5th we bolted like our pants were on fire.

We got to the funnel gate stand a couple gates away to find about 15 people in line. Brianne went to get Matt fries (yes, the previous load did not quench his enormous appetite). By the time she got back, I hadn't budged an inch in line. After about 10 minutes, the funnel girl decides to tell the entire line that they are out of cakes and are waiting on a delivery from concessions. She also informed us that there was another stand about 15 gates down. After a couple minutes we decided to take our chances at the other stand.

We got in line, and it was like funnel heaven. People were walking everywhere with funnel cakes. There was powdered sugar raining from the sky. I was in heaven. We finally get to the front of the line and I proudly order 2 funnel cakes and 1 hot chocolate.

Funnel Cake Distributor: "Sorry, we're not selling any more funnel cakes"
Me: (looking to the right and pointing) "That dude has one"
Funnel Cake Distributor: "We don't have any more plates"
Me: (trying not to freak out) "Um, can you just give it to me on the tissue?"
Funnel Cake Distributor: "No"
Me: (panicking at the thought of a funnel cake-less night) "But they sent us from the other stand. We've been waiting for a funnel cake for like 20 minutes"
Funnel Cake Distributor: "Ugh" (turns on her heel in a really pissy way)

In the end, she allowed me to have one funnel cake. And yelled at me for "bitching her out". I could give a fuck, because I had my funnel cake.

the end.