"I have the rumblies in my tummy that only HANDS IN-N-OUT can satisfy!"
Today at work I was minding my own business when BAM! A wild survey for In-N-Out appeared. I made the giant mistake of actually taking that survey even though I knew thinking about mouth-watering burgers and fries was not a good idea when the only thing I had eaten in the past 8 hours was a single spoonful of peanut butter. A few minutes later my tummy had the rumblies that only In-N-Out could satisfy, but my food options were limited to the BYU Broadcasting vending machines..... so, vending machine Pop-Tarts is was! yaaaaay!
An hour later my roommates offered to give me a ride home from work because they were "in the area." In this case, "in the area" is code for "just got done eating at In-N-Out and remembered you were getting off work on the way back to the apartment." The worst part was that I could still smell the grease when I got into the car...
My tummy still has those rumblies. I'm sorry tummy.
