|My lunch view|
There is usually lots of traffic on this highway, especially at lunch and dinnertime. Today was no exception. Loud tractor trailers barreling down inches from my parking spot hardly allowed for a relaxing lunch.
|If you ask me, she's not interested.|
landing on the lamp right in front of me.
Apparently, these laws of love do not apply to the birds. And, next thing you know, it was x-rated dining for me.
There was to be no all day wooing:
There was certainly no privacy:
Not even a hint of candlelight or soft music either:
Just wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Done.
I hadn't even consumed two whole onion rings, and they were done and gone.