Ordered a BLT. Having not explicitly checked the boxes for “Lettuce” or “Tomato,” when I received my order I was almost incensed: “Hey, I didn’t ask for … oh, wait.”
Found a stray turd in the house. Don’t know when it got there. Pretty sure I know who did it.
We have a 3 year-old who doesn’t like to poop, so holistically, this is a win… but clearly concerned that this happened in secret without being obvious to me for an unknown amount of time.
I may be a little burned out.