7/11, Taquitos, ’nuff said.

Or rather, I went to 7/11 with Dave Sun after running. We ran about 70 minutes: to village school, to park thru Roberts Road. Then we headed to 7/11 for some Taquitos and slurpees. Unfortunately, Dave’s mom called him and asked him where he was and he said 7/11 and she didn’t believe him. Which strikes me as slightly odd, except for maybe the fact that we asked her for the time today and she told us something about 7/11, which reminded me of 7/11, and Dave had Taquitos for lunch today, which reminded me of 7/11, and I was thirsty after the run, which reminded me of 7/11, and I asked Dave if he wanted to go, and off we headed after our run, to 7/11!

Ah I wonder how that ended for him. I get the notion he wasn’t supposed to go.