The fact that there’s a street near my home called Van Houten, but no cross street called Van Hollerin is truly heartbreaking to my keen dad joke sensibilities
You see, the problem isn’t that I spent WAY too much money on deli fresh pastrami & Swiss cheese.
It’s that I assumed I’d have the self-control to not eat it all within 10min of arriving home.
My kid: Hey dad, when are you gonna be done in your studio?
Me: As soon as I get these cables coiled up, bud.
Kid: Oh, that sounds like it’ll take a while…
Me: It’ll go faster if I have help.
Kid: *fades out of the room like Homer Simpson into the hedges*
I just typed “ruh roh” in a text, and my phone corrected it to “Rub Rob” and I didn’t catch it before sending.
So looks I’ll be having anxiety about that for the rest of my life.
My toxic trait is not being hungry, but ordering 6 crunchy tacos from Taco Bell, with Diablo sauce, simply because of nostalgia and the fact that I was very hungry and drove by an open Taco Bell.