This morning I was in the co-op below the office where I work looking at food for breakfast. Normally I either get a yogurt parfait, six deviled eggs (which are expensive but DELICIOUS), or 4-5 stringles.
But not today. I felt like a change. I had a sweet tooth. And in the refrigerator case, between the deviled eggs and the stringles, were all the desserts. More specifically, right there, almost taunting me, was a whole stack of CHOCOLATE CRUMBLE CHEESECAKE. "See you at lunch, sucker. You can't eat me now; it's breakfast time," it seemed to be saying to me.
I stood and stared at the refrigerator case for three full minutes, conflicted. And then, under my breath I retorted, "Shows what you know."
