yesterday for breakfast i went to wawa and got a turkey and cheese toasted on a sesame bagel. it was really good. but it isn’t the point of this post. while fingering the touch screen menu, btw i fingered it real good, I couldn’t help but notice a new option in the bottom right corner of the main menu. to my suprise wawa now offers chicken fingers. yes its 8 am when i notice this. yes i did considering rubbing my finger over the wawa chicken finger area of the touch menu. but no, no i would not. not at eight am. I fingered elsewhere and had my already mentioned tastey bagel. I left the delight of fingering chicken fingers for another time. at work yesterday the chicken fingers haunted me. They were whispering ‘finger me, finger me’ over and over in my ear. i could not resist temptation. for lunch yesterday the chicken fingers were mine. all mine. i fingered that touch menu in record time. the blasts of my finger and the chicken finger order was on its way. they were worth it. they were average fingers, average presentation, but with delicious bbq sauce. i dont know what it was about it that made them so great. was that i knew my own fingering made them mine? anyway. in finished those fingers yesterday and i threw out my trash. but those fingers, they did not leave me. they were in my tummy for the time being. but all good things must come to an end, and at one point, inevitably, they also left my tummy. the taste, honor, pride, courage, and disciplne of those fingers will live on within me.
for example, today around 1 pm i became hungry. coincidence? I think not. the fingers are alive within me. they tell me when to eat and what to eat. they said come eat some more of me. i listened. i was excited. i had a new spirit about me. something was fresh. something was new. i had a spring in my step. more wawa fingers, not because i wanted them, but because i was one with them. i told my friend brad, ‘i’m goin to get more fingers’ and jbo, ‘wawa fingers again witits.’ they called me crazy. they said i couldn’t do it. they didn’t actually care at all. but i did. and i set my heart to it.
so i went to my car, decided eh, i don’t really feel like going to wawa and then bring lunch back to my desk and its kinda expensive, i’ll just go to the pizza place and have the wednesday lunch special. and thats what i did. and it was good. cheese burger with fries. ice tea. sassy waitress. three dollars less than wawa.
but the chicken fingers know and they grow inside me. i held off for now, but it wont be long before i finger for chicken fingers once again.
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February 13, 2008 at 2:15 pm
For the record, I totally hate myself for approving this post.