I went back and forth between whether or not I was going to go to the food truck tonight. I had a lot of fried chicken from the grocery store at home, but that would still be good for a few more days. We received an email with the menu and it made me feel some sort of emotion that was a mix between sadness, nostalgia, and sympathy. The menu listed their products: cheeseburger, chicken sandwich, hot dog, or fish sandwich, all with fries, and had three small generic pieces of clip art. I hope the people who work for the truck and who made the menu are happy.
When I got to the food truck, I noticed they had some signs on the side with more items than were listed on the menu we received. I thought that was nice. I ordered a cheeseburger with fries. My order came out right away, and I wondered if that meant it wasn’t very fresh.
I got back upstairs just in time for Jeopardy to start. I got a napkin, ketchup, and seasoning salt and sat down on the couch. The burger was pretty good and I didn’t notice if it wasn’t fresh, so that probably means it was. I used a lot of ketchup for the fries and wondered if I always use this much ketchup. I kept having to put more and was glad I had brought it to the living room with me so I wouldn’t have to keep getting up.