Heart Shaped Nugget

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I think I'm becoming an agoraphobic. In case you don't know what that means, it's the fear of open spaces. I can't even read Little House on the Prairie without having a fit of agoraphobia.

But tonight, in a serious bout of claustraphobia, I ventured out into the world. Well, not really. Just to Wendy's.

So I pull up to the intercom and I order. "5 piece chicken nugget, a large coke and a large fry." No idea why I made everything singular. Multiplicaphobia, I think.

Then I pay for the late night snack and head home. When I get home and unpack my meal, I notice that I've been given TWO five piece chicken nugget(s), for a grand total of ten. What did I do to deserve these extra morsels? It's like that "Monopoly" Chance card that reads, "Bank error in your favor." Or was it community chest... I checked the calendar, making sure it wasn't my birthday. Or Christmas. And seeing July 27th blank, I suddenly realized: carry-out crush.

I don't know how I made an impression on Lupe at the take-out window, but I must have done something. Maybe it was my smile. Or when I winked at her. Or when she asked me if I wanted my receipt and I said, "No. You hold onto that. Something to remember me by."

Smiling to myself, I munched away, eating the fries first of course. I shrugged it off, knowing that Lupe and I weren't really meant to be. It was then that I pulled out the final nugget... it was shaped like a heart.

A giant, nuggety heart. It looked like one of those big candy hearts, only deep fried to remove the "Fax Me" saying from the surface. I couldn't believe it.

It had been stuffed way down at the bottom, like Lupe didn't want me to see it. But secretly she did. But she wanted it to be a special something. But not too special. But I appreciated the subtlety, and I ate it.