“Turtle eyebrow: raised.” I drove past.
Drive-thru line again on the way home. The widget said “Turtle eyebrow: raised.” and I felt so judged by a cartoon that I pulled out of the line.
Went home and made a grilled cheese. Last time the fries won. This time the turtle did.
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I’m not mad. I’m proud.
Pulling out of the line is so hard. Respect.
The eyebrow is undefeated.