Damn the work that requires me to drive 5.5 hours across Kansas to a Comfort Inn. Damn the society that places the hotel on a highway, across the street from a Burger King, but doesn't build the sidewalks or crosswalks that would allow me to get a Whopper without the aid of a rented automobile. Damn the society that triggers, "Uh oh...is that going to be enough to fill me up?" after I order a double Whopper with cheese, and damn the brain that tacks on the small order of onion rings.
On the bright side, it looks like it may have finally happened. Someone at the City of Wichita googled "Carlos Mayans". Did the mayor google himself, only to find that his attempt to
cheat at basketball did not go unnoticed? Or did a curious employee search for information on his/her boss, only to learn the shocking truth?
1 comment:
"mayans' ruin" - that's so witty.
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