So I'm coming home for the evening half in the bag (which means god knows what anyway).  This buzz is not as good as it could have been, because the bar was out of of Troeg's Nugget Nectar.  I stop by McDonald's as is my wont on so similar occasions, which have all apparently been before 3, and I try to order the number 3 value meal, double quarter pounder.  The cashier says something that I can't understand, to which I respond "uh, yeah yeah yeah."  Unconvinced, the skeptical cashier repeats "blah blah blah blah breakfast."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

On the screen, I see bacon, egg and cheese mcmuffin and a coke.

Uh oh, panic sets in.

I drive around to the first window and say, "hey now, I wanted a double quarter pounder meal."

"We are only serving breakfast now."

"O . . . K . . . that's fine."

Who is eating breakfast at McDonald's at 3 am on a Sunday?

So now I have to eat this goddam McMuffin while I watch the last Tivo'd episode of Traffic Light.  And I have to be up in 6 hours to play flag football!  yikes.