After looking at open houses at a furious pace, pushing ourselves my daughter and I felt brain dead. She wanted food, didn't care where. Fast food is not my thing but I didn't want a restaurant either. We settled on a local dinner and were seated in an oversized booth. With the open house papers spread out we ordered are meal as we went over the homes we'd seen.
It took a while for the food to come but I was busy drinking the large glass of ice cold water. Her Shirley Temple must have had a ton of old grenadine because her straw kept coming up dripping red on the outside. For a moment I thought of the recent study done on ice cubes in restaurants. Since they don't often clean the ice maker, they've found the ice cubes can have as much bacteria as the water in your toilet bowl. With that thought I focused more on the literature than suspiciously eyeballing the ice cubes.
The food that arrived reflected the change in the economy. Gone were the oversized burgers. A petite size fit within the grilled bread with room to spare. The bacon was cooked to perfection, the swiss cheese divine. I love making a little pool of ketchup to dunk my patty melt.
My persistent fingers hollowed out a space so that each the french fries and burger could be dipped. I don't salt
Ohhhh this missive is being interrupted..
Just got news he fired his lawyer and has hired a more combative one. Sounds like things are going to get very ugly.
