The Timing of a Turkey

...as well as a virus

Last Sunday, I had breakfast with Sarah at a little hole-in-the-wall diner called “Shelly’s Diner” just outside Seminole Heights. The night before, we had visited Busch Gardens for ChristmasTown. At her request, I had held on to her ID and debit card so that she could leave her purse in my car at BG. Characteristic of both of us, we forgot to return the ID and debit card to her possession at the end of the night. This was remedied by a hearty breakfast at this crowded diner, where the staff wore Buccaneers shirts and the inconsiderate and dunderheaded father at the next table allowed his precocious daughter to watch videos on a tablet at FULL VOLUME. Still, the omelet & home fries were delicious. I bummed a piece of bacon off of Sarah, and when I bit into the overly-crispy meat product…something inside me clicked.