You Know That Thing Where, It’s Monday…
And you have no money…and you’re stressed out…and you have a headache (because you’re stressed out over the fact that you have no money or any decent job opportunities in sight). And then, your bf invites you to meet him on his lunch break (food and coffee?! Yes, please!!).
And on the way there (with Poodle Burt in tow), a grown man honks at you and proceeds to tailgate/give you the middle finger (for doing the right thing and driving the speed limit on Sepulveda Blvd.).
And then you get stuck at a 2-way stop sign with the car behind you honking at you to go (even though there’s a minivan coming/taking their sweet time, which in turn makes you look like a schmuck).
And then you finally get to Venice (after hitting every red light on Lincoln Blvd.), and you can’t find any parking because of course, it’s street cleaning day (note to self, Abbot Kinney street cleaning is on Mondays).
But finally, you get there and order the world’s biggest pretzel and bestest iced latte and you remember…Pretzels Solve Everything (including headaches).
I Love Pretzels,
p.s. I’m really fond of using the word “and”, even though I’m pretty sure you can’t start a sentence with it. :p