Thwarted

Gllen was in a crabby mood today.

He went out this morning to get some money and hunt for his lunch. As he left, he still wasn't sure which fast food place he wanted to go to.

Fast forward to when I heard him come home. He had a bag of beef jerky. No lunch. He saw me enter the room and fled to his office. I followed, puzzled. As I sat down to talk to him, he started making monster noises that indicated that he was mad. No words were spoken, but plenty of growls and hisses and a solitary burp.

After much coaxing, I got him to tell me what was wrong: He was mad because he didn't get lunch. "Well, why didn't you get some?" I asked.

He growled again but finally told me, "I went to Baja Sol and the parking lot was full. So I went to D'Amico and that parking lot was full. So then I decided to go to Chipotle, but as I passed Baja Sol again, I noticed some parking spaces were open. But by the time I turned around, the lot was full again. So I just went home."

"Well," I pondered, trying to figure out a way to make him happy, "I could heat up some of the soup your dad sent you home with."

He curled back his lips and shook his head. "Now I'm too full of beef jerky."

I just stared at him and then left the room. Some causes are just lost.