I cruise the highways ever so slowly (because traffic is backed up) and I look for my next one, who will be next (where's that Dunkin Donuts again?). And then I find them and I move slowly up toward them (long line, why does everyone have to get Munchkins when I'm in line?) and then I get to her or sometimes him and I reach for her or sometimes him and whisper "Can I have a regular, sweet and light?" Her/His hand comes back, covers her/his mouth, she/he stifles a scream (Yawn) and begs, "Please, anything else?" I can't help myself. I can't. "Munchkin." And then, and then its over. Sated, and I get back to my car, and I start cruising.
Until the hunger builds again.
Actually, I work in local government, and, when not listening to Sigler, I work on my unter-novel at JC Hutchins' site. Dead Minus One continues the story of what happened in Russia after the nuke went off in Saudi Arabia. Not every scientist of Hitler's ended up in America. Hell can be anywhere.