After my morning assignment, I aimed my company car in the direction of Portillo’s, where I got myself two Chicago-style hot dogs, fries, cup of cheese on the side and a large Coca-Cola. (I also got a chicken sandwich for my editor. Never hurts to pamper your editor.)
Truth be told, I really had a hankerin’ for an Italian beef, but I didn’t want all that finger-grease getting over my temporary desk at work. It’s just not fair to do that to someone.