Ugh
That will be the last fast food salad I ever eat. Some dumb teenager must have thought that the thing about washing your hands after handling raw meat was OPTIONAL. And I have to pay for it. Ugh. What a way to spend a few hours. At least I can catch up on my reading.
And then, to make matters worse, Sam jumps on me, screaming, "Smell the feet of horror! Smell them! Smell them!" The child watches far too much Ed, Edd and Eddie, or however the show is spelled.
Please excuse me while my insides utter unholy noises.

There will be no pictures. Sorry.