I went to the little place around the corner from me, and I sat down at the counter and the nice lady said, "French toast with sour dough?" and I said Yes please, and then I thought about this: Is this just the charming feature of small town life, where the purveyor of fine breakfast items knows exactly what I want when I sit down? Or does it indicate that eating french toast, alone, and that I am known for this means that I have a problem I should explore? Is this akin to drinking, alone, in the morning?
Hello, My name is Bored, I'm a french toast addict. Hi, Bored!
Seriously, it felt like I had gone into a bar at 9:30 in the morning and ordered a bourbon and water, hold the water. And I don't even like bourbon.
I decided to order a smoothie too, though, so I got the menu back and chose something with orange juice.
And you know what? It worked! I actually feel better now. They say exercise makes you feel better, and I had taken a long walk with the dog before breakfast, but the only thing that made me feel better was delicious french toast. See? No need for endorphins, just maple syrup.
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