I guess this has been a norm, so I should stop acting surprised:
After a long night in need of a sponge-I stopped for:
& I got this:
The slop wasn’t the problem this time. The problem was the hard-as-stone bun. Fortunatley I stabbed at it with my finger a few times before leaving and demanded another set of buns that weren’t hard.
Hard buns ain’t right.
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