My husband returned late from work as usual, only this time he came home carrying a large cup from Burger King.
"Not on your usual route, I see." I nodded towards the cup.
No, I had Crusher's route today. I hate that route because it has a built in break. That's why I stopped at Burger King," he replied holding up the cup.
Looking at his extra large cup, with plastic lid and plastic straw, I didn't say a word.
"You know you've ruined me," he went on.
Thinking he was referring to the quality of "food" he had ingested, I looked up from the cup. "Oh, how's that?"
"I got one of those combo things," he said. "So I am sitting in my truck and I start unpacking my combo. There's the bag. Inside the bag is another container holding my fries. Then there's my burger in it's own container, with another wrapper around the burger inside the container. And then they give you like five napkins and ketchup packets and oh, don't forget the cup with a lid and straw."
"Uh huh," I nod in agreement.
"So I finish my meal and am left with a lap full of crap that I am just going to throw away," he says exasperated.
Looking to me for an answer; I shrug, "Welcome to the dark side, honey. We have cupcakes."