Yesterday was my regularly-scheduled office day. I did not really want to go, for I'd had a fitful night. My jaw is sore, and my gut is all jacked-up from the antibiotics. But I got up and got a move on.
My first stop was Burger King. I am a sausage/egg/cheese biscuit addict. Since I (mostly) gave up sugar and flour, biscuits are generally off my menu, but I allow myself to have one sausage/egg/cheese biscuit a week, on office day. Burger King is not my favorite biscuit, but it's acceptable, and it's on my route. Last week, when I got to the office and finally unwrapped my biscuit, I discovered it to be a bacon/egg/cheese biscuit, not a sausage/egg/cheese biscuit. I ate it, but I was pissed; I don't like limp bacon. Same thing happened yesterday. I'm about ready to have a talk with the manager to suggest an investigation of the break in the chain of events that should result with a sausage/egg/cheese biscuit in my bag.
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