Other than the occasional donut, I don’t bother to eat out much.
However, yesterday I missed breakfast what with one thing or the other. I found myself forty miles across the state, well without the boundaries of my comfort zone and familiar county.
One of the problems with that situation I found was where to eat. I discovered, asking around, was that I was in a dying, small town America. All the restaurants had packed the ghost, leaving me the choice of a convenience in the middle of town or a convenience store out the highway.
I opted for the center of town.
That left me a wide range of convenience sandwiches. Of them I had my choicgeof small of a type, a regular of a type or a real gosh man sized of a type.
I opted for the cold sandwich of the real gosh man sized type and headed for the micro-wave.
I wasn’t able, given even that I’d skipped breakfast, to finish that sandwich and couldn’t even dent the coffee because of the high temperature. I did satisfy my appetite and finished my business rapidly there after and turned home.
I got as far as the next highway convenience store and their rest rooms weren’t too bad. And the next, where they don’t seem to care for their restrooms at all, and then one more, where I suppose, the restrooms were tolerable; then I made it home.
My day started pretty well, my business didn’t do what I wanted, but did do what I more then not expected it to do. And it ended as I’ve explained.
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