Twice Baked

For lunch today I brought a leftover baked potato that I ended up being very disappointed in. It was a far cry from the delights that come from the drive-thru at Wendy's. I begrudgingly caved to my stomach and dragged my ass to the cabaret to get some more chow. I decided on a cup of soup, and was waiting in line to pay when I realized that the soup I was about to go eat in my office was "stuffed baked potato." I had subconsciously tried to remedy the earlier baked potato situation with another baked potato situation. I found this both amusing and sad at the same time.