It's no surprise that my eating habits haven't exactly changed from the time that I was five. My favorite foods are all the same. On that note, I have a confession: on more than one occasion in the past month, I got the strangest craving... a gas station hot dog. When I have this craving, I drive to this nice little gas station down the road from school to get one. They have been phenomenal. Go ahead, judge me.
Today while I was sitting in the cafe area of the store, I overheard what could be the funniest thing I've heard in a while:
"He just went in the house, grabbed a gun, and shot out the windows. And that is how my mom's car got shot up."
I quickly finished my lunch and headed back to school.