I stared at this blank page way too long. Nothing came. Nothing went. I need some inspiration. Or deodorant. I’d much rather seek inspiration. It’s cheaper. Anyway, I should have written this last night. It makes sense. But last night I was stuck in a Chick-fil-A drive-thru. I don’t care about the consensus data. Drive-thrus are a horrible design scheme. They aren’t made for low patience, broad shoulders, or writing desks. I kept that in mind while listening to the clerk. He was too nice and wasn’t a fan of Starbucks. He preferred a much smaller chain. I appreciate anyone who roots for the underdog(s), but coffee fetishism makes me extremely uneasy.
What’s really going on here? Go ahead with the jab or hook.
Nothing. The fries weren’t finished. He gabbed on. I knew the entire backstory when I left and somehow, I’m still confused about everything. Was that a bit?