Heard in the elevator around lunch time a couple of weeks ago:
– Where are you going for lunch?
– Mickey D’s.
– Hate yourself that much, huh?
– You have no idea.
I went to McDonalds for breakfast this morning and had the following exchange with M.
– I’m going to McDonalds.
– Are you trying to kill yourself?
– Yes, I hate myself that much.
– Poly (our cat) wishes you hated her as much as you hate yourself.
M. David Hornbuckle 