Someone Has To Be The Bad Example

I was bad this morning. I had to stop for gas on my way home from work. There's a Love's truck stop just off I35 at my exit, so I pulled in there. Their gas isn't any more expensive than anybody else's in town, which is, as most of you already know, really unusual for a truck stop on an interstate. Love's also apparently has a corporate policy that only pretty girls are allowed to work the register, which may or may not have influenced my decision to stop there. They also have a Hardee's, which is the REAL reason I got my gas there rather than the place on the other side of town. The other place has biofuels, which I approve of, and a Scooter's Coffeehouse inside, which I also approve of. (Usually more than the biofuels. My Explorer is a flex fuel, and I burn E85 as much as possible, but I will bypass the environmentally friendly fuels in favor of good coffee every time. sorry.) The downside of the other place is that it's usually staffed by people that look like they just left their real job as stars of "People Of Walmart", or "Faces Of Meth". I'm already foggy from lack of sleep and lack of caffeine, I really don't need to see that on my way home. Sets a bad precedent for the day.

Anyway, I fed my truck, then fed myself. I have to admit to an addiction to fast food breakfasts. Mainly because bacon, eggs, and frozen biscuits are pretty hard to screw up. It can, of course, be done, but it takes a degree of effort most of the folks on the morning shift aren't willing to expend. Besides, they've been sucking down industrial grade coffee for four or five hours by the time I get there, so they're wired enough to take the time to deliver perfectly flat bacon and egg served on a biscuit split precisely along the equator. I appreciate the effort. Now, as a health care provider, I know that even the best of the fast food breakfasts is horrendously bad for you. That's why I rarely eat them. I tried to behave at Hardee's today, I really did. I ordered cinnamon raisin biscuits. No egg, no cheese, not fried, just two fluffy lumps of sugar coated happiness. I haven't had them in a long time, and they were good. I was not the only customer, of course. There was another guy at the counter, ordering a "Monster" biscuit, which comes with a sausage patty, ham, bacon, cheese, and egg. It looks REALLY good in the pictures. He also ordered a large hash browns, and "the biggest coffee you have". I went to the next register and ordered, then looked over. What I saw made me chuckle a little, and when he realized why, he did, too. I paid, got my food, and as I was leaving, told him, "I didn't see a thing. See ya in the cath lab, doc." Cardiologist. Someone has to be the bad example.