readingthedark

Earlier today, I overheard a bummed child, probably about 9, acknowledge that it was his birthday and then say:

"I ordered a quarter-pounder but they gave me a Happy Meal. It wasn't what I wanted and didn't have anything on it but cheese."

Even as a vegetarian, I knew what he meant.

(And don't worry, wee lad, you weren't talking about the burger. You were talking about life.)

::snickers::