The other day I decided to treat myself to eating out. Now I don’t usually do this so it really was a treat. I went to Wendy’s got myself a nice chicken burger and drove home. Upon arriving at home I attempted to eat my chicken burger , but the burger had other plans, had a mind of its own, it did not want to be eaten.
While I was taking my first bite it decided to leap out of my hands and completely Run for it.
Now I’m not meaning that it fell straight down and the 5 second rule could be put into affect. No it literally flew!
The bun went straight the the floor face down. The mayonnaise decided that it wanted to paint a portrait on the floor and walls but it only succeeded in looking like a crime scene, the tomato decided that it was going to do some hopscotch on my tile floor and made it halfway across the kitchen, and the chicken decided it was athletic and wanted to attempt being a shot put and flew across the entire room. Only the lettuce behaved and dropped straight down looking at me with a very sad expression.
As I stood there in disbelief wondering how I’m a split second my chicken burger could rebel so bad. I began to clean it up.
I decided to make scrambled eggs for lunch which was not a treat I was looking forward to.
Oh, Sarina! You have always been the best storyteller!