
One day last week I was in a hurry as I left the house. I still had breakfast at home, but it was only a single granola bar. I was hungry about 3 seconds after I finished it.
Once I got to work, I found an old sample box of "Fiber One" cereal. It was months old. I tore it open and started in on it anyway.

Halfway through the little box, Big Dawg came by my desk. "Did you know there's DONUTS?!?" He spoke like a man imparting the location of infinite treasure.
Well, of course I had to have a donut.

Then there were the free pancakes, the scrambled egg incident and the bacon truck that overturned. Paula Dean's unannounced visit was a big surprise, too.
That evening, I had lunch. At 9:45 PM.
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