Last night a couple of my girlfriends and I went to Chinatown for dinner. I was rushing to get to the dumpling house after work. By the time I arrived I was physically shaky with an overdose of adrenaline and an under-dose of sugar.
Of course, I immediately ordered, ALL. THE. FOOD.
In fact, I ordered in such haste that in my attempt to add a healthy dish of bok-choi I missed the description on the menu that said “GLUTEN DUMPLINGS with bok-choi”. Yup they were empty dumplings (on the left there)… made of gluten.
After dinner, we wandered to the ever creepy Croft Institute for a night cap.
If you’ve ever been to the Croft Institute it can be quite eerie on a quiet Tuesday night. It is located in Croft alley. Not just a little bit into it, but past numerous dumpsters, back doors, graffiti, puddles and dark corners. When you get there, the place is themed as a crazy science lab. Cocktails are mixed in beakers and syringes are a good alternative to a straw.
Most eerie on a quiet night however is the “Department of Hygiene” (aka bathroom) located a couple of floors above the actual bar. It’s styled as a dark and dingy waiting room with old school flip back chairs. Within the actual bathroom there is a mank old hospital bed, low lighting, dripping taps, a couple of broken windowpanes and graffitied white tiling.
Just before leaving, I visited the Department of Hygiene and on my way out a complete stranger jumped out at me.
I immediately screamed at the top of my lungs to which this girl screamed back at me – looking just as scared as I felt. Hahaha.
She had been waiting for her friend and I had unsuspectingly come out of the bathroom first! The two of us clung to each other in fright for a few minutes before we collapsed onto the waiting chairs giggling.
My goodness, what a fright.
The thing that is on my mind however, is that in my head I’ve always thought that if something like that were to happen – I’d be a fighter and lash out.
Instead I didn’t fight or flight… I just stood stunned, screaming.
It’s a bit disappointing if not a little worrying.
What sort of reaction is that? Stunned mullet.
Has anyone else been surprised by there reaction to a scare?