The waiting game

... is not a fun game. We're now 54 minutes past the time for our appointment. Mom is (understandably) somewhat bitter about being forced to hurry her lunch so we could get up here in time.

For my part, I enjoyed having a reason to dispose of the execrable chicken that dishonored the name of General Tso. Henceforth it shall be known as Private Ronald's Chicken, due to its uses of McNugget knockoffs.

I do hope, dear reader, that my attempts at humor do not seem strange in this the most humorless of circumstances. It's how I deal with stress.

-Kevin