The Pony started his (paid) training on Monday. He left at 6:30 a.m. for his orientation in Casino Town. He takes the exit past the casino exit, so it's a bit more than a 90-minute drive. Plus he stops for breakfast at McDonald's on the way. He said he got there about 30 minutes early, which was a comfortable cushion for him.
"I'm in. Whiteboard on the wall. 'Expectations: Stay Awake.'"
"Had my snacks for lunch. Only get 30 minute break."
"Done. Going by Steak N Shake on the way home for supper."
"Have you cooked for Dad yet? If not, I think I might be bringing home 2 extra burgers; the waitress made the wrong ones at first and felt bad so I guess I get to take the other two home???"
"If they let you have them."
"Since she didn't take them away and asked if I wanted boxes. This was incredibly awkward as a thing. I have no clue how the waitress misheard garlic as royale, but I feel bad for her. She was just so mortified too. But yeah, I'm bringing home two burgers (lightly smashed) and the fries that fit. And leaving her a big tip because of everything."
So... Hick had a Steakburger for supper instead of roasted chicken, and I also had a Steakburger instead of whatever I was gonna find in the FREE freezer. Hick got to the fries before I took his leftover burger. That's okay. I don't like Steak N Shake fries. This burger had a fried egg on top, with bacon, lettuce, tomato, cheese, and a sauce that Hick had already wiped off, thinking he was eating both burgers.
Thanks to our little Pony for providing supper. He's not quite a breadwinner. He's a burgerwinner.
Steak N Shake might now be referred to as MisStake N Shake.