Have you ever been sitting around with your Mom and your Aunt and everyone has a beveridge? You go to pick up your glass of Pepsi and instead on accident pick up your mom’s ice tea. You take a drink and nearly throw up because you expected fizzy sweetness and instead get bland Iced Tea. That is how I am if you tell me what is for dinner and then change it. I get preprogrammed for meals and I don’t know why. You could tell me at noon that tonight we are going out for dry bologna sandwiches, no Mayo, no nuthin and then take me to my favorite restaurant. I would still be disappointed because I had been gearing up for bologna.
On a complete sidenote how did you pronounce bologna in your head when you read it? Did you say baloney? I did when I wrote it. Something has gone terribly wrong.