This morning I bought four new tires.
It was a soul-/wallet-breaking experience.
I had Dad with me to give me a ride home in case it was going to take a long time. While we waited for my four new pricey rubber donuts to be installed, he suggested we get breakfast.
We got into the car and he made a breakfast-venue suggestion.
And I, in my broke/broken state, said "Yeah. Fuck it, let's go."
We dined at McDonalds.
Oh yes we did.
And I have to admit it. That Sausage/Egg McMuffin Dad bought me was delicious. It dulled the pain of the tire purchase just a little bit.
I'm not proud.
But I'm full.
Grandma would be so proud.
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