Now, this isn’t the type of hello which one might expect from a greeter at WalMart, but rather one which was accompanied with entheusiasm. It was as if my insides were desiring relationship with my outsides.

So, I spoke back: “What are you hungry for?”

I waited for a few minutes, hoping for something tasty from their order-form. Sadly I was only asked to fetch a “twiggy”. Drat you, belly!