Life is short, eat dessert first.
I take nothing from the first 1/2 of the table.
The best is always at the end-——shrimp,roast beef etc.
You ask yourself:
Did that guy REALLY just sneeze in to the silverware basket and then walk away?
You tell yourself:
That yellow stuff on top of the mashed potatoes, it’snot what it looks like, it’s just some creamed corn that got slopped on there from the next bin over.
You tell yourself:
I did NOT just see that little kid lick a piece of fried chicken and then put it back in the bin — he couldn’t have. Could he?
Okay. So, who wants to go to the buffet for dinner?
I am sure there is a valuable lesson in this story, but I got so hungry reading the first paragraph I am leaving to eat.
I don’t understand the point of Dessert. Sweets and Pastry doesn’t look very appetizing to me after I’ve eaten dinner, but that’s just me.