Why I Ate Two Omelettes for Breakfast
Arrived at SFO. First time here since 2012.
Got myself a latte, used the outhouse. Smelled that bad.
Most of these high-tech toilets don’t flush. Had to open and close three doors before I found a porcelain throne without shit floating in it.
Washed my hands for 20 seconds before moving through the egress. Then found a breakfast bar.
Declined the lick-her. Ordered a Spanish omelette. Only $22.
Tasted so good I forgot about the lavatory.
Ignored the toast and home fries.
Mmmm, mmmm good.
So good I ordered numero dos.
Pounded that one almost as quickly as the first.
One good thing about San Francisco is the food. Oh boy. So delicious you need to remind yourself not to lick your fingers.
Now on a puddle-jumper, waiting. Glad the five-hour flight from Tampa is behind me. 90 minutes to go.
YES!
More to flow!
Matt Furey
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