“Brian. What did you have at the football game?”
“Uh, let’s see . . . 1 double cheeseburger, 3 hot dogs, 4 hot chocolates, a soda or two, some of George’s nachos . . . I’m kinda hungry now though . . .is there oatmeal?”
“And what did George have?”
“Uh, 1 tri-tip sandwich, 5 hot dogs, 2 hot chocolates, 3 sodas, nachos, a pizza and something else.”
The last time Mrs. Brian’s mom was seen she was wandering the supermarket mumbling something like “I must feed . . . I must feed . . .” and twitching uncontrollably.
Until next time -