At times when I am hungry, crankiness, dizzy spells and delusions firmly settle in.
I have had this bag of Combos reserved for Pops the elder riding shotgun for the past couple of weeks. I also have a banana and a hearty dose of hand jazzing to offer...but he is quite elusive.
Something strange occurred as I drove through the portal intersection today. I was forced to apply my brakes quite hard sending my work bag tumbling to the passenger side floor. When I was able to recover the bag and its contents, the bag of Combos that I have reserved for Pops the elder had been mysteriously opened. I have a difficult time believing that there was enough trauma associated with this tumble to neatly open up a bag of delicious, cheese filled, salty pretzel snacks. The only logical explanation is that I became tangled in a time wrinkle and in the process, opened and shared the bag of Combos with Pops the elder. This begs a few questions. Why wouldn't I have given him the entire bag? Why didn't he take the banana? Did I introduce him to Jazz Hands at all? And why don't I remember any of the details? It's not that the details are fuzzy. It's as if it never happened at all.
I have had this bag of Combos reserved for Pops the elder riding shotgun for the past couple of weeks. I also have a banana and a hearty dose of hand jazzing to offer...but he is quite elusive.
Something strange occurred as I drove through the portal intersection today. I was forced to apply my brakes quite hard sending my work bag tumbling to the passenger side floor. When I was able to recover the bag and its contents, the bag of Combos that I have reserved for Pops the elder had been mysteriously opened. I have a difficult time believing that there was enough trauma associated with this tumble to neatly open up a bag of delicious, cheese filled, salty pretzel snacks. The only logical explanation is that I became tangled in a time wrinkle and in the process, opened and shared the bag of Combos with Pops the elder. This begs a few questions. Why wouldn't I have given him the entire bag? Why didn't he take the banana? Did I introduce him to Jazz Hands at all? And why don't I remember any of the details? It's not that the details are fuzzy. It's as if it never happened at all.
Strange.
I can not, in good conscience, let this bag of Combos go to waste. I will eat them now, knowing that it is how Pops the elder would want it. Next time I see him I will explain what happened and I'm certain that he will understand why I was morally obligated to eat the remainder. The incident that compromised the bag of Combos spared the banana. I shall save it for Pops the elder...just in case he has a change of heart.
Today's hand jazzing is a belief resistant to reason. Day sixty-three complete.
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