Today sucked.

Oh, it wasn’t that bad.

You didn’t have to deal with angry Germans.

I did not no.

And that is why my day sucked.

What did they want?

I have no idea, they were yelling in German.

No, seriously?

Well not quite.

Close though.

There was an abundance of German being yelled. But hey, they thought we were over deadline.

We’re not over deadline on anything.

This is what I explained to them, through the German yelling.

Did they understand you?

Oh, eventually. Somewhere in hour three we made a crucial breakthrough.

Oh dear. What confused them?

I could not begin to tell you.

They had to get the bad information from something. An invoice with a typo, I don’t know.

Sure, except everything I checked was right.

So they were just crazy Germans.

Basically, but as customers I couldn’t call them crazy I had to assure them.

That somehow it was our fault and we were sorry.

Right.

So now what?

Now they’re happy and I’m sad. And so I will cure my woes. The only way possible given current conditions.

How is that?

Sweet potato fries.

They aren’t potatoes, you know.

What aren’t?

Sweet potatoes. They’re not potatoes. Not really.

Who cares? They taste good and they’re orange.

That’s your criteria for superior food?

Uhm, yes. You have a better one?

Yes, of course, it has to…

Taste good and look good, right?

I suppose.

And I like the color orange. Not many foods naturally in that range, once you eliminate all products that spell cheese with a z.

Oranges, obviously.

Cantaloupe, carrots, these are easy.

Butternut squash?

I’d argue more yellow.

Fine. Orange peppers and… oh! Creamsicles.

OH man, after these sweet potato fries we have to go find some creamsicles.

Yeah we do!