I'm driving through Winter Haven the other day with Rommie and Salad Boy when all of a sudden, Rommie says, "GIMMETHECAMERA, GIMMETHECAMERA, GIMMETHECAMERA."
I frantically fumble around in the center console, come up with the well-worn Canon and turn it on for him to shoot a photo. Of what, I'm not certain. But if Rommie is this excited, it has to be more than worthy. Maybe there's a plane tumbling to the ground. Or a hostage standoff somewhere. Maybe he saw Elvis. I don't know.
I ask him what the intended target is. He points to the Burger King next to us at a red light:
Then he points to the marquee.
Funny. I always thought breakfast was more meatastic or meatriffic than meatnormous.
Go figure.