Don't do this.
That's right. You're looking at deep fried mac n' cheese that you eat in your car at Sonic. And I ate 6 of these evil little bites today on my way home from a patient visit.
Here's a snippet of telephone conversation:
SCENE I
Parked at Sonic, Columbia, TN, waiting for my order.
me: I'm at Sonic. Guess what they have.
A: dunno.
me: Macaroni and cheese bites.
A: Macaroni and cheese cokes?
me: gross. I'm hanging up.
A: no, really, what?
me: macaroni and cheese bites. I'm so excited. I have to go.
SCENE II
back on the road
A: Hello?
me: These things are so fucking awesome.
A: bye.
SCENE III
ten minutes later
A: Hello?
me: um, they had a weird aftertaste.
A: Maybe you should have ordered a mac and cheese coke to go with them.
And A Bonus Installment of Scenes From a Marriage:
me: Dammit! The zipper on these pants won't stay up all of a sudden.
A: mwahahaha, my plan is working!
me: Your plan to have me walk around the grocery store with my fly down?
A: (defensive) It still needs some work.
2 comments:
can we just start writing a sitcom about you two called The Other White Milk?
mmmmmmmm i've been wanting to try those. so they were good. very interesting.
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