I grew up in a small town. There was only one diner. We never went out for dinner, but we would often go out for breakfast after Mass on Sundays.
To this day, my favourite eat-out-meal is breakfast. I love going out for breakfast! It brings back so many fond memories. So most Saturdays, I take myself out for breakkie. The Husband is usually working and, besides, he doesn't really get into the "going out for breakfast" vibe. I bring my book, have several cups of coffee and usually some form of pancake or french toast.
There's a really neat restaurant in my town called Eggs Crepes Restaurant. As the name would imply, they specialize in crepes. Savoury crepes. Fruit crepes. Sweet chocolate crepes. Yum!
I was there on Saturday. Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. Two cups of coffee. Crepes filled with strawberries and English Cream on the side. Heaven!
As I got into my car to go back home, I noticed the store beside Eggs Crepes. It's a health care store. My brain sort of registered the words 'Sleep Therapy'. Having chronic insomnia, this caught my eye. And I looked closer at the sign.
CRAP SLEEP THERAPY PRODUCTS
Now why would I want to pay for Crap Sleep Therapy Products? I sleep like crap already. I don't really need help in that department. I can handle the crap sleeping on my own, thank you very much.
Then I re-read the sign.
Maybe there's a literacy store nearby.