Those with soft stomachs stop reading now...
KSM, do you believe in karma - sumpin' bad, followed by sumpin' good?
So yesterday I bought a box of Shredded Wheat, original large biscuits. I'm good for about one box per year, or at least I was. I crush up the biscuits still inside the bag so as not to make a mess, pour into a bowl, add honey and milk.
I decide to have some right when I get home, fix 'em up, dig in. I'm chewing, and there's something chunky and tough. Sometimes it's just some of the biscuit stuck together, something like that, but after a good chew I spit it out. It's a fuckin' band-aide. Fucking fuck! I don't get ill, nauseous, queasy, anything like that - no, I go straight to pissed off.
I'm thinking about this off and on all evening, and this morning, wondering if I'll ever buy anything in a box, can, or precooked ever again. I go to my favorite coffeeshop for lunch - the outdoors one right across from the Berkeley campus - to read for a bit and talk to a few friends, whoever's around. I get up to go, and the very pretty girl sitting next to me asks what I'm reading.. really pretty. She likes to read, turns out she likes more or less the same type of books I like... Karma?