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I happened to walk past my boss yesterday while she was scarfing her lunch and realized I coveted her cheeseburger. (Pictured: not her cheeseburger.) I also realized that I didn’t immediately recognize where her cheeseburger had come from, which was odd, because I thought I had tapped out all of the available places to buy food around my place of business. Anyway, long story short, she told me what the place was called and how to get there and I bounced off to go acquire me a tasty burger. The place is a diner, and I got a seat at the bar, explaining that I just wanted my food to go, and was able to order almost immediately.
An old man comes and sits down right next to me. This is a trifle odd, since there are seven or eight barstools at the bar, and none of the rest of…
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