This is a weird occurrence: I got an extra serving of fries with my single beef hamburger.
I still have a cold (cough), thus, the after-effects of DayQuil is already keeping my head dazed. Now this…so I shove the extra plate out of the way, and I stared at it as I ate and listened to various hits in the Garage’s awesome playlist:
1. “Black” by Pearl Jam
2. “Dazed and Confused” by Led Zeppelin
3. “Ohio” (acoustic solo version) by Neil Young
4. “Let’s get it on” by Marvin Gaye.
This was the first time I’ve tried their beef burger (meat had wonderful flavor, tender, topped with three pickles, tomato slice, lettuce and onion) and the fries (the first batch I kept) were excellently crispy and golden brown.
As I ate, I stared down hard at the second batch. If I was younger, I would either immediately protested, or did something disgusting to them, like added some spit or snot to the mix. (I currently had some in abundance). However, I’m no longer the kid who was listening to “Black” or “Ohio” for the first time; she was often confused.
Carefully, without breathing or dripping on them at all, I returned the second batch of fries back. That’s the grown-up thing to do, whether dazed on cough syrup, or on classic pop music tunes, or not.