at work minding my own business.
This morning, I stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast. I haven’t had McDonald’s breakfast in for-ev-er. Well, probably closer to like 6 months. But still. I got the breakfast burrito meal because it’s like the foxtrot in my stomach. Mm. If I can liken food to dances I don’t know how to do, that means I must like it. Anyhow, my co-worker arrives and he too has brought breakfast burritos. It’s because great minds think alike. And then they eat McDonald’s breakfast.
Co-worker: “They didn’t give me any sauce. How could this day get any worse?”
Me: “You’re eating breakfast burritos. How could this day get any better?”
That’s me, always the optimist.
