Before coming to my Writ 1133 class today, I stopped by Nagel
to grab a bit to eat. Although I had already eaten previous to my French class
earlier today, I felt the need to get a little something extra. As I scoped out
the choices I decided on having spicy rotisserie chicken with a side of mac and
cheese and two, I repeat two slices of watermelon. As I opened my to go box I realized
that my watermelon was touching my spicy chicken and that was just not ok. I sat
down at a little three-person table and engulfed the spicy breast of chicken,
with each bit being accented by a cheesy macaroni taste. As I got towards the
end of the breast I lost interest and decided to discard the rest of it and
take my watermelon to go. While walking to class I was preoccupied by the delicious
succulent taste of the watermelon and lost track of time. When I looked back at
my watch after finishing the two pieces of watermelon I was already five
minutes behind schedule and had to book it to my Writing Class. Although I didn’t
get to fully enjoy the leisurely walk to Sturm from Nagel, the taste of the two
ripe cut pieces of watermelon still lingers in my mind.
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