Call me weird, but this has been on my mind for almost 2 years. Why couldn’t he just give him a damn fry? I usually don’t get them cause I never eat them, but if I did, I wish I did, I could have given the poor guy some food. I really do believe this was the start of my ill feelings towards my ex, who wasn’t my ex when we went (obviously). He was very selfish, very obnoxious, and so full of himself he was constipated.
What’s worse is that I think about this all the time. “What if I had just ordered fries!” But oh well, c’est la vie…
If anything good came out of this it was that I saw some of his true colors, and they weren’t pretty.
Got a little lazy on the coloring, forgive meeee.