I just finished The Things They Carried which is an emotionally difficult book about the Vietnam war (I suppose saying a book about Vietnam is emotionally difficult is actually pretty redundant). I cried a lot.
Then I placed an online order for Qdoba, which they failed to notice before I got to the store and then failed to notice me waiting to pick up the order so I had to get in line. When I got home I noticed they forgot my chips and queso. I realize that this is a first world problem and war is a lot more horrific than not getting your chips and queso at Qdoba, but I was already in a fragile state by the time I got there.
The book is great, by the way. I highly recommend it, even though it left me feeling like a sad little kid. I’ll get over that and sometimes feeling like a sad little kid is a good thing, just so long as you don’t stay there.
