Silly at Subway.
I sort of get silly at Subway because I'm in that type of mood. My workout was one to die for and everytime I'm finished, I head right over to the Subway because I know my healthy treat is coming.
"Whew, that workout is over. Now, I get two days of rest and then I'm back at it again." I said to myself. Its not easy trying to maintain not only a healthy body but a fit body. So, now, I'm off to my place with the tastes that top off my day with so many choices. Yeah, silly at Subway, thats me because without it, what would I look forward to? Maybe being Loony at Lou Malnatti's Pizza or Grinning at Garrett's Popcorn where my workout would be forfieted because I would put the pounds right back on. Or maybe even worse by being Bananas at Browns Chicken or Jolly at Jimmy John's, well, who knows? In the meantime, I'm not going to find out because I'll continue to be Silly at Subway where food has many choices, so many healthy choices that I can't go wrong!

It seemed like we had been walking for miles. My shoes were hot and my feet were sore. My arms and shoulders ached from carrying the heavy backpack the whole way. I don’t know why I had thought that I could walk the entire 12 miles across town.

My sister wasn’t doing much better; I could tell that she was tired of walking also. I was glad that we had started our trek early in the morning because at least we had beaten the worst heat of the day.

Ever since the McDonalds restaurant had closed in our town so that it could be renovated, the only other place to eat was at the Burger King restaurant that was clear across town from where we lived.

My sister Marcy and I had left our house early so that we could get to Burger King before the early bird special was over. I am a fanatic for the triple layer Cajun burger that they are offering for only two dollars before two o’clock in the afternoon.

I have a ton of homework that I have to work on but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate until I had something to eat and there is nothing that satisfies me more than a Burger King Cajun Burger.

As I walked the last block to the restaurant, down the hot sidewalk, I kept thinking about how nice and cool the air conditioned restaurant would feel. Just one more block and then we would be 'busy at Burger King' eating our Cajun burgers and sipping on something cold.

Cheddar biscuits and coconut shrimp. That's all I wanted. And a warm, chocolate chip lava cookie. Because when you find your fiancé in the arms of another fella, you really need a chocolate chip lava cookie. Bonita, my server took my order and headed back to the kitchen.
I looked around. Of course, all I saw were happy couples; an elderly man and wife celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. A young mom and dad scooping mashed potatoes off baby chins. Darn it, where were those biscuits?
“I gotta sit down,” A large man in a pinstriped suit flopped down across from me. He was sweating profusely and looked like he was going to pass out.
“Are you okay?“
Before he could answer, he keeled over on the floor. I jumped out of my seat and tried to help him. He wasn’t breathing.
I hollered for help. “I need a doctor! Hurry!”
The babies’ daddy ran over. He checked the man’s pulse, and shook his head.
“He’s dead.“ He took out his cell phone and called 911.
I felt like I was going to faint. A loud scream brought me back to my senses.
“Frankie!” I knew that piercing shriek. Yolanda Detwiler ran over to us and knelt down by the dearly departed. “Oh, Frankie!” She pointed a crimson tipped finger at me. “You! What did you do to him?”
It couldn’t be. I took another look at my recently departed companion and gasped. It was Frankie “The Fish” Finelli. We had a dead mobster at Red Lobster.