Early Morning Gas Station Dream Declaration

"When my money comes in, I'm going to get me one of them Egg Sandwiches. They look good."

A male customer (possibly just a loiterer considering his admitted financial status) to the cashier behind the counter this morning.


I applaud the heights he hopes to reach once his moolah rolls in (inheritance, first paycheck, blood money, cash from the sale of his late grandmother's gold fillings?). Why NOT dream of an Gas Station Egg Sandwich as Celebratory Meal once he finds his coffers filled?

Fuck you, bill collectors!

Fuck you, landlord!

Fuck you, Alimony Payment!

He's gonna Dine like...well...not a King...but some sort of Faux-Royalty, that's for sure...other financial obligations be damned!

T
(oh...and to be honest...the Egg Sandwiches at this--and possibly any--gas station look like shit)