The days here are dogs and usually, in my case (in my house), start with the smell of spit and a contradictory urge to defecate and eat at the same time. Food, pollution, employment and lifestyle are factors that influence comúnente bad start of the day.
Anyway, I always go to the rush and as I can, provided that is accompanied by a generous slice of fat and corbohidratos. But on Thursday I woke up with a revamped and more bloated belly than usual, so in my hurried way to work I decided to buy more nutritious breakfast. Orange juice and one sandwich, I thought.
The juices, which also sells sandwiches, was painfully withdrawn by poor sanitation truck. Only a small trace of orange seeds and fruit pulp unknown took his place on the sidewalk.
Fuck. Oxxo had to go to to get breakfast. I kept the idea of \u200b\u200bjuice and sandwich. I bought them, opened them, I ate them, and when I wanted to find out proudly the nutritional information of what he had to eat, I discovered what they said the fine print and I wondered, well, in English: "Dude, where's my breakfast?".
I kept thinking, who knows why, in "Being and Nothingness" by Sartre.
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