This is mostly for Sarah. ;)
I was going to post this a while ago but Petridish was taking an excruciatingly long time to load things.
When I was in Virginia, I went to the beach with my mother and Aunt and had lunch at this tiny leaky place that I can't remember the name of. I wasn't hungry, but my mother nudged, so I asked the waiter for a hot dog and smiley fries. He said, "I'm sorry, miss, but the children's menu is for ages twelve and under." "Then, I'm twelve," I said (I was not in the best of moods..). He looked at me a bit confused and finally just said, "Oh, I'm sorry" and walked away. Poor waiter.
But it was all worth it when this came:
I had my mother try them first.
She seemed to like them just fine.
But I decided that their screaming was too
much and that they needed to be silenced.
Ah, the smiley fries brought me such joy!