I’m in Vegas. I just just got off the plane a little while ago. I’m back in my old spot lying on the floor in Sammy’s room, getting rug-burn on my elbows while I putz around on the computer.
Technically, I’m here to help my grandparents move into their new house, but their furniture hasn’t arrived yet, so I guess I’ll be otherwise engaged.
The first thing I did when I got off the plane was go to In’N’Out Burger. Yum.
Lisa: “Let’s go to In’N’Out Burger! I’m hungry.”
Franky: “No! In’N’Out Burger is disgusting!”
Lisa: “Have you ever been there?”
Franky: “Do they have plain chicken sandwiches there with just ketchup?”
Lisa: “No, they just have burgers. You can get a cheeseburger with just ketchup.”
Franky: “No! I don’t want cheese. Just a burger with ketchup only. Do they have that?”
Lisa: “Yeah. Just order a plain hamburger with just ketchup.”
Franky: “Right. That’s the same as a plain chicken sandwich.”
Lisa: “How does that work?”
Franky: “A plain chicken sandwich has just ketchup.”
Lisa: “Franky, a chicken sandwich is chicken. A hamburger is cow.”
Wow. It’s great to be back in town.