I was in line at the QuikTrip off 316 at 7:12 a.m., holding a honey bun the size of a steering wheel and a Monster Energy that could jump-start a lawnmower. The woman next to me looked at my breakfast like Iβd just committed a felony and said, βYou should never eat that for breakfast.β
I told her, βMy grandmother lived to be 104. Buried three husbands, outlived the bank that tried to take her house, and still changed her own oil.β
She smirked. βAnd she ate honey buns and Monsters every morning?β
I said, βNo, maβam. She minded her f*ckinβ business. Thatβs how she made it to 104.β