14th
August
2015
The wait
In summer, the meal schedule gets bumped around. Too many other things going on, some days. Lethargy, on others. Happily, there’s always the “take out” option, or as I’ve learned, the exercise in waiting. You park, queue, order, pay, take the precious number tag, and then you wait. That means everyone, including the family dog.
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