Breakfast of Champions

Rehearsal, 10 am. Hey I got time for breakfast. I’m heading over to the closest breakfast chain anticipating some great morning grub.

Man, I can taste those hash browns with my over easy eggs and some wheat toast with strawberry jelly. Lotsa coffee. I’m in Baby.

8:30 am, I’ve got plenty of time before we get serious. I put in my order. Wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. 9:15, and wait, I can’t get any coffee, and wait.

It figures. This chain, which has been around all of my life, keeps compromising on quality.  

Finally breakfast comes and the portions are skimpy. The check reflects a price that deserved more generosity.

My stomach turns to acid because the food is crap.  In my endeavors, if I deliver a compromised product I deserve the little return I receive.  

My stomach churned at rehearsal. Lesson learned.

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