Today was the final meeting of the Breakfast Club as we have known it.  Stephanie, Geolinguist, lonelydumptruck, JDawgsPI, The Boy Who Kisses JDawgsPI, and I descended on Spenard Roadhouse.  Pusheen came in long enough for a photo op with a cone of fresh doughnut holes.  Everyone but Stephanie and JDawgsPI ordered eggs Benedict.  It was a perfect breakfast club.

 

Then I asked for Tabasco sauce.

 

And some low-life mother fucker had pried off the little flow-valve thing on the top.

 

Instead of four shakes of hot sauce over my bennie, I ended up with 1/4 cup of liquid pain on my plate.

 

We all laughed.  I ordered a cup of hollandaise to try to mitigate the damage, but I was starting to choke on the fumes while I waited and tried to move the egg Benedict from my plate to a saucer.  Naturally, I dropped it face-down in the puddle of Tabasco and covered lonelydumptruck and I in a fume of red-hot bennie juice.

 

It's a day none of us will ever forget, I hope, since we all got to have a good laugh with Geolinguist before he heads off to be with the Coastie.