Yes, I've driven by you every morning on my way to work and every evening on my way to school, craving the succulent tastes that you so wonderfully push the boundaries of! I've laid you aside for a healthier lifestyle of Wendy's salads, a bi-weekly visit to Anchos, and the home-cooked meal. But I've put off a Mustard-Pretzel Dog and my cravings for your sacred tastes for much too long.
And that's why I visited your window this evening. I spoke with you through the call box and you asked me to pull forward and trade my mere pennies for delectable deliciousness. I could actually smell the scrumptious that I was about to partake of. In fact, I love that you aren't ritzy but have the accent of a beautiful vision South of the Border.
So, as I retrieved my ambrosia and pulled forward to leave a better man I was surprised that you summed me back to you with an urgent wave. Of course, this time I didn't suppress your beckoning call. I returned only to be asked to give my bag of goodness back. To my surprise you gave me the wrong feast of refreshment. But to my abundance of joy you informed me that I almost took home a salami creation made for a fellow enthusiast of your keen sense of flavor!
And then, as I almost left your presence with my Mustard Pretzel Dog and Bacon Chicken Sandwich with fries and a Mug Root Beer close to my side, I posed the question: "Does this petty mistake issue me a free ice cream cone?"
You said, "Yes!"
And it brought a tear to my eye. In fact, I'm all emotional inside, now, as I sit and type about our night of captivation.
And that is why I've said goodbye to eating contests and welcome back, to you, Weinerschnitzel!
That's how I planned it until the 10 Freeway.
As I sipped on my root beer, having already snarfed down the free ice cream, I reached into the bag (that I didn't double check this time) and reached for hot and steamy fries that weren't there. They weren't there. I can only assume they gave them to someone else and didn't stop them before they drove off. I can literally see the person in front of me in the drive-thru giggling because they got extra fries! Jerks!
My life changed on that overpass. It may be awhile before I return, but I can pose one question:
How many calories did I not consume in my trade-off of fries for an ice cream cone?
2 comments:
Sweet post. It almost made me want to go run out a get a hotdog...but not quite.
Your calorie question depends on the size of fries or ice-cream, but if both were small (and no toppings were in the ice cream, just plain ol' vanilla) then you probably ate 50-70 less calories than if you ate the fries instead. BUT you ate significantly less fat calories...so there you go :)
Wow! I knew if I wrote about that someone would educate me! I feel so much better going to the big W instead of Mickey D's or Booger Sling. Thanks for helping me feel that I ate healthy last night! You truly are wonderful friends...
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