Hangry adj. : The mental state in which one becomes angry due to hunger.
That is what happened to me earlier today. By 6:00pm when I got off work, my mental state morphed into hangry. I needed food and I needed it immediately.
I had planned to go to dinner at a burger joint called Bunsen with my friend Jeff. Jeff said the he would meet me by 7:15 at Bunsen, but 7:15 came and went. And so did 7:30. By 7:45, I had sent him several highly worded text messages explaining the situation. Bunsen had a ton of people in it waiting to be seated; I was sick of waiting on his butt, and I just wanted food. With steam blowing from my ears, I made the executive decision to meet him closer to City Center at a Mexican restaurant called Acapulco.
By 8:00pm, a full 45 minutes after supposed meet up at Bunsen and 2 hours past hangry, I turned into a zombie looking for the next human. I warned Jeff upon his arrival that I had only eaten EasyMac, had a cup of coffee, and a cup of hot chocolate all day and that I was in no place to entertain his late butt. I only cared to hear that my order would be coming up soon. Nothing that he said mattered.
The waiter judged me as I ordered my nachos to have chicken, cheese, and salsa only. How dare this apple-shaped human being judge me and my order. Does he not see that I am hangry? Please, come at me bro. Once our food was ordered, my mental state slowly became more normal as I knew food would soon be before me. What seemed like an hour later, a giant plate of chicken nachos was presented to me in grand fashion. Maybe it was the hangry state I was in, but I swear there were fireworks in the room. A unicorn galloped by, and a real life leprechaun brought me a pot of gold. It was the best moment of my life. FOOODD!!!!!!
A grand total of maybe five minutes later, my plate was bone dry. I somehow managed to swallow my entire dinner within three bites. Think the Walking Dead Season 2 finale. I didn’t care what I looked like as Jeff gabbed on about his weekend trip to Galway. All I knew was cheesy nacho goodness was being forcibly shoved into my mouth, and it was glorious.
Thinking back on it now, I’m 97% sure I didn’t use my fork until the very end. I just fingered that stuff up like the hangry human I was. Am I ashamed? I probably should be, but it was just too darn good to care. My hangry state soon subsided, and I returned to the normal happy-go-lucky-sometimes-awkward person that I am.