saturday september 6

today i went to a restaurant for breakfast. the menu choice that i decided on posed far too many options: how you want your eggs done, which two of five possible 'breakfast meats' you want, toast vs. a bagel, and so on. when the time came to order, i nearly made it through each of these decisions harmlessly, until the waiter asked: "what kind of toast?" having been anticipating the question to be "toast or bagel?" i froze and stammered "just..... toast," not realizing that he was, in fact, asking me what kind of bread i wanted, having already correctly assumed that i wasn't going to choose the bagel.