True story: in college, the Chinese food deliveryman knew me by name. At the beginning of my sophomore year, he asked where I’d been all summer. (Answer: eating chinese food in suburban NJ)

He quickly got reacquainted with me and my (awesome) roomie Jen-Jen, as we ordered pretty frequently. Each and every time we ordered, it was like Christmas to us sitting there on our dorm room floor (Anderson Hall, whatup!?) devouring our orange chicken and egg rolls. Later on that year, I cheated on my deliveryman with Panda Express, one of my great loves at the time.

Tonight, I ordered steamed chicken and veggies and had a little brown rice on the side. Oh hell yeah.

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