KFC

Dale had told me yesterday morning that he'd get KFC for lunch for him and a friend at work.  I decided that was a good idea, so perhaps I'd get KFC on my way home from work that evening.  As the day progressed I wanted KFC SO bad.  Every passing hour made it worse.

So when I realized that I was working past 7, I told myself it would be my reward for pushing forth and doing good things.  I was nearly salivating as I left.  My drool was literally freezing as I made my way through the far parking lot.  The droolcicles fell in my lap as I started my truck, shivering, and waited for the windshield to clear, gently asking my truck to warm up extra quickly.  (He didn't.  Cursed mechanical objects.)

Finally pulled out of the lot, drove like a bat out of hell through the city streets... to bestow upon myself my delicious and filling reward.

There, BEHOLD!!  KFC!!!...'s... light... was out.

I hate working late.

So I called Dale and wailed and he made me mashed potatoes and a chicken patty.  If any of you guys out there ever want to impress your admiration upon a girl or make up with her or whatever, make her dinner at the end of a long day.  Doesn't have to be fancy.  At that point I would have eaten a pop tart and loved him for it.  Extra credit for the KFC concept.

I don't love Dale because of these things, but I have to say that these things do remind me of why I fell in love with him in the first place.

~nv