I never go to McDonald's but I did this morning. Apparently their idea of "crisp bacon" and mine differ greatly. The stuff that was on my biscuit was slime. I stopped on the side of the road to try and get it off, thinking I could at least eat the biscuit and egg but the nasty bacon wouldn't unglue and I ended up chucking the whole thing out the window. Now that's something I usually DO NOT DO is litter in any kind of way but I was so digusted and my stomach churning that I obviously wasn't thinking clearly. And it wasn't any paper litter, just the food, but I felt guilty. Maybe some poor starving bird ate it and hopefully nobody reported me as a litterbug.:(
Then I get to work and everybody's standing outside. You know me, first thing I thought was, yay, we get to go home cause something happened. I was on a roll today. But no, the sprinkler in one of the back offices had malfunctioned and wet everything down pretty good. We had to stand there until the fire department checked everything out and then somebody called whoever cleaned the building and they came and mopped a trail for us to walk on (apparently firemen have very dirty boots) and there we were. The morning killed and everyone gripey.
Then I'm daydreaming on the way home about this nice little house I always pass that's for sale and I REALLY wish I had it, and an orange stripity cat runs in front of me. I slammed on the breaks and must have missed him by a hair. Now I am a cat lover, a fanatical cat lover as a matter of fact, and I don't know what I would have done if I'd actually hit it. And thank God that nobody was following right behind me or they would've hit me. I came right home, decided I needed nothing from the store, even though I feel an attack of Dr. Pepper craving coming on and I'd wanted some fresh fruit cause mine's icky soft grapes and a couple of half frozen oranges, but I decided I wouldn't chance anything else.