When a girl’s got only one thing on her mind

This guy was headed to the King Street exit for 395 this morning. I was going up the block to catch 395 at Shirlington (anything to avoid an extra 10 minutes on 395 North). He thought I was looking at him, and he smiled and flirted accordingly.

Honestly? I don’t remember what he looked like. I was admiring that damn breakfast sandwich he had in his hand — so much so that I nearly killed a jogger in my quest to do a U-turn into Bradlee Center so I could grab me a McGriddle.

Yes, I had one thing on my mind this morning: sausage. The edible kind. 😉

On iTunes: Black Lab, “10 Million Years”

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