There used to be a Jamba Juice in my building, but it closed. I was sad, but there are other Jamba Juices, so I moved on. Then, the building put up signs that said a sushi place would move in to that spot. Yahoo!!! Sushi right outside my door, practically. Jamba Juice could stuff it. I was thrilled.
I only got to eat a couple of delicious sushi lunches before I found out I was pregnant, but I didn't despair (too much). I thought, "Hey, they have California rolls. I'm good to go!"
WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S HOLY WAS I THINKING!!!???? Do you KNOW what sushi restaurants smell like? They smell like stinky raw fish, that's what, and they start preparing the damn fish before 8 a.m. every day. Even if pregnant women have to walk right by them just to get in the elevator to the office, they just go ahead putting their fishy fish smells all up in everybody's air space. They have no consideration for these poor women, who must try to hold their breath and dash past so they don't puke on the floor. It's like the sushi chefs DON'T EVEN CARE.
*Sob* I want my Jamba Juice back.