I want to plan better for road trips. On the way to Pittsburgh, we stopped at Pizza Hut. I was truly desperate for food, so, yes, buffet.
I loaded my plate with breadsticks, slivers of deep dish pizza, tomato sauce, iceberg lettuce and random vegetables (picked and non-pickled) and prefab italian dressing. Then gulped it all down.
Meantime, in the belly, workers are complaining to the foreman.
- I thought we’d been getting good raw materials. What I am supposed to do with this? I have to dig to find protein. — Looks at a slab of dressing rolling past. — Is this corn syrup??? I thought we would be getting no more of that stuff. How am I supposed to work with that?
- I know, I was just getting a message from upstairs, we’re on the road, there aren’t many choices on PA Turnpike.
- I don’t give a damn, I’m stuck with all this sugar now and we were supposed to put some more work on bones today. Eyes team is also complaining since the hemoglobin team is delayed.
- Listen, at least there a couple of vitamins coming down. In the meantime, convert that sugar to energy, I think the kiddo will want to spread his arms a bit today. It’s time we start making our presence known anyways. Any leftovers, let’s just do the standard procedure: convert to fat and stick it anywhere on her. We don’t have a choice, do we?