I went to work and usually there is a costco-size box full of popcorn bags. This guy and his greasy, buttery fingers, shoveling popcorn into his face told me there wasn't any popcorn bags. I told myself I would make popcorn when I got home from working out.
When I got home there wasn't any popcorn, someone ate it all. Damn the luck.
I went to the vending machines downstairs and got the LAST BAG. I was doing this mix of a happy dance/OMG tinkle time in the elevator. I put my popcorn in the microwave and I became preoccupied. All of a sudden I smelled something burning.
Needless to say, it was the popcorn.
I mean, there isn't anything salvageable. There is a thin line between kinda toasted and burnt. This was definitely burnt.
However, I got to meet the neighbors :)
Whoop Whoop Some Cute Country Boy Neighbors :))
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