This Smoke Alarm Delivers McDonald’s When it Senses You’ve Burned Dinner
It’d been one of those days. For him too maybe, although frankly, I didn’t care. By the time I logged off and did the WfH commute and shut the system down – don’t worry, my band was still on of course – I just wanted to relax. But no. He wanted to “talk”. We’ve been through this. Many times. I am NOT being unreasonable. It’s a small thing. But it’s important to me. Why can’t he just see that? Things were getting heated. I was just about to say it… But then the door rang. A meal for two and a bottle.
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