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Sometimes I wish I Twittered. You know, for the times that I have just a little something to say, but not a whole post worth. Like today. This is what I'd twitter:
Breakfast at Tiffany's: cold pizza, bbq chips, jelly beans.
Of course, Tiffany is not her real name, but I have a policy that no one gets outed on Stories from Korea. Except for me. And sometimes Lloyd.
But the Twittering wouldn't tell the whole story, limited as it is to 140 characters. It's not as if Tiffany INVITED me to breakfast and then served junk food. No, I went there for an entirely different purpose, and if the truth be known, I invited myself. Once there, I realized I had missed breakfast, second breakfast AND elevensies. If you have ever met me, you will know that I was in a foul mood. Purely as a result of deprivation, I can assure you. Out of her generous spirit, or well-developed instinct for self-preservation, Tiffany offered up the contents of her well-stocked kitchen. After roaming it, sniffing the air like a cartoon wolf, I inhaled the pizza, chips and jelly beans.
Hey, wait a minute. I just realized the whole story doesn't make me sound so good. Excuse me while I go rethink this Twitter thing.
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Hey, I'm just glad you didn't ask how old the pizza was. And, ultimately, if someone was going to clean out the fridge, better you than me. Got some 3 week old stroganoff in there now if you are interested.
Believe it or not, it took me two or three reads to realize who Tiffany was. Wish I was more like Audrey Hepburn myself.
Breakfast at Sara's: a jar of kosher pickles, diet Coke, a bottle of Pinot Grigio and a head of iceburg lettuce.
I just looked in my fridge, that's all I found....So I guess it will be Pinot for breakfast. Again.
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