Relaxed at last
Jul. 30th, 2014 02:42 pmAs we left the restaurant, the girl said, "I grabbed some chicken as a snack for later." In her hand was a gob of fried chicken balls. In my normal life there would have been mom voice and threats to get her to throw it away. Today I was like, uh I guess I have a napkin I can wrap the nasty,greasy chicken bits in. In my pocket. So the vegetarian's skirt will smell like roast beast. Instead I laughed then found a place to sit down until she worked it out.
