Cheese sauce

Is there anything more glorious than the sound of rain pounding against your window, when you are warm in your robe?

The answer to that question is yes. But it's still nice.

It's interesting how one can feel particularly cozy if there are actually undesirable conditions outside, so long as one is separate from them. It reinforces the fact that even though there is snow, rain, or whatever conditions outside, one is safe, sound and surrounded by soft fabric. Even better when there is that someone to cuddle with.

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I don't like spending money, unless it's on coffee. Going out to dinner with a coworker today, I was excited at the prospect of the famous free soft pretzels that accompany our meal. Worcestershire sauce included. I don't like Worcestershire sauce. When our server was taking our order, he offered us our free pretzels, and asked if we would like some cheese sauce with them? On that idea like white on rice, I quickly agreed. Only to later look at the menu and realize that the "cheese sauce" was actually us ordering a full appetizer of pretzels with jalapeno cheese sauce. These pretzels were a facsimile with my almost, oh-so-sweet, free pretzels I could have gotten. Only difference was, we got some hot cheese.

Well played, Mr. Sly, Swindling Server. You have bested me and my frugality.

On the bright side, he asked me if I wanted cheese on my black-bean burger later on.

"Does it come with cheese?"

"...No."

Smiling, "No thanks!"

Touche.