Monday, September 3, 2012
Guess what I had for breakfast
Life can be cruel. Early last week I was telling this one guy, “Man, I'ma hit the thrift stores and find me a waffle iron.” (Because I was thinking of eating waffles.) And he says, “I think there's two of them at our house.” And I'm all, “You're a very lucky person have two waffle irons when some of us have substantially fewer than a single waffle iron to our name.” And he goes, “Do you want a waffle iron? Free?” And he brings it over. And then a hurricane knocks out the power for the rest of the week.