Pretending to be a Hobbit

Tweet

This sunny cold morning finds me sitting in a Hardees's Restaurant pretending to be a Hobbit. Well, sort of. I'm too tall, and have too little hair on my feet to be a real Hobbit. But I am enjoying Second Breakfast. Why am I alone, on a Saturday morning, sitting in a Hardee's, enjoying Second Breakfast, you may ask? I'll tell you why. My missus had a hair appointment this morning. She decided I should get up and drive her to her hair appointment, and then drive farther on to the local pork center, about 5 miles past the spa where she gets her hair done. Why would my missus send me to the local pork center on a Saturday morning? Good question. My visit to the local pork center was for the purpose of getting prices on the bulk purchase of breakfast sausage patties or links. I can tell by the puzzled look on your face that you're wondering why on Earth I need to get prices on the bulk purchase of breakfast sausage. Let me explain. The camping club my missus and I belong to is sponsoring the statewide camping club rally this year and I was tasked with getting prices on sausages for the pancake and sausage breakfast our club will be preparing for the event. How does all this wind up with me sitting at Hardee's eating Second Breakfast? You see, my wife's hair appointment will take about two hours. My visit to the local pork center took about twenty minutes. Thus, I faced the option of sitting in the waiting room at the spa for an hour and a half or visiting Hardee's for a large coffee and a plate of biscuits and gravy. It did not take me long to make the decision. To be fair, my first breakfast wasn't much. I had a cup of coffee and toast with peanut butter before leaving the house. Since the Hardee's is only half-a-mile from the spa, it seemed only fair that I supplement my scant first breakfast with a hardy second breakfast. Now I am faced with a conundrum. I have finished second breakfast, except for my coffee, which comes with free refills. Should I remain here at Hardee's sipping at my coffee while I read my notification, or should I adjourn to the waiting room of the spa to await the emergence of my lovely missus with her new hairdo?