SkeleVee

Divorce. Twice. Getting rid of beloved pets. Moving. Death. Losing friends. So many things have turned out unlike I thought they would. “Write about it”? That’s comical. I wouldn’t have the time. So, instead I’ll write about the time I thought I was getting a panini. Friday afternoon. Lunch time. I’m hungry. I go to Jason’s Deli because I really want that panini, and it’s just cheap enough to fit in the meal plan without a drink. I order. I pay. I wait. My number’s called, I exchange my ticket for the box and go on my way back to my dorm. Five or so minutes later, I arrive, shed my ba