Wednesday, September 9th - I got slammed at work today, almost ran out of time to even eat lunch. I left work just to get the hell out of the office for a bit to clear my head. I drove west, not knowing where I was headed. As I crossed 90th street on westbound Dodge Street, I really had no plan. All I knew was that I needed to manifest my destiny. As I approached the crest of the hill on Dodge, approaching Highway 680, the Heavens opened, and the Angels cried out. Westroads Mall. I would fulfill today's obligation with a Mall Dog.
I walked in to the Food Court and began my search in earnest. I glanced left, saw nothing. I glanced right, saw nothing. I started walking further into the depths of the hell that is "Mall People". These are similar to the people that work in manufacturing and end up with "Factory Face". Frightening. I took a few more steps, and there it was: My savior - Dairy Queen.
There's nothing like a couple of Dairy Queen Bacon Cheese Dogs to make you feel like life really is worth living. Or not.
Dogs consumed: 2
Dog on...
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