I know Whataburger was founded in Corpus Christi, but I’m willing to bet there are more Whataburgers in Corpus than there are Starbucks in Seattle.
I visited a Chick-fil-A which uses a trash compactor for all customers to dump their trash into. It was a bit high-tech with an LCD screen. I’m assuming that it was built with certain safety standards so no one gets any body part crushed. Personally, I think all restaurants should have something like this. But then again, I’m also the guy who thinks a sink should be next to each trash bin so customers can empty their ice and drinks before tossing it in the trash. When you worked in the food industry, you know how much it sucks carrying a trash bag with liquid inside it, praying it doesn’t rip or tear.
I have zero interesting in watching the new Dumbo movie. While I’m more macabre than the average person, I find Tim Burton’s work too dark. I also have never seen the cartoon, which I think is odd since I have two kids.
You inadvertently teach people how to treat you when as you tolerate things.
On March 22, 2018, I was rushed to the hospital for life-saving surgery. Due to complications with the procedure, I didn’t regain full, coherent consciousness until the second week in April. For three weeks I was stuck inside my own mind, subject to a seemingly unending series of dreams. Dreams covering on a variety of themes, some light and hopeful, others dark and dismal. I dreamed the end of my life over and over. I was a hero and a villain.