The Purple Car (aka The Purple People Eater) has been out of commission since last Friday. So, instead of going home for lunch, I've had to find food around where I work.
The food selection around the office where I work is VERY limited. Today, I walked across the street to the cafe at the High Museum. For those of you who don't live in the ATL...Yes, we do have a museum called the "High," pretty sweet.
I ordered a pretzel (mainly because my stomach is killing me from the Chicago style pizza I ate last night) and the lady at the cafe's counter proceeded to grab me a pretzel. I took out my credit card to pay, to which she responded, "We're cash only..." I scanned the lobby for a few seconds, trying to look sad/pick out an ATM. She quickly said, "Don't worry about it, I'll just give it to you."
I walked away, happy that I got a free pretzel. Free pretzels are really the key to life I think. They put a positive spin on stuff. Just wanted to throw that out there.
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