The problem with being popular...
Wanted to go to Ann Sather's for breakfast on Sunday morning, but the line was out the door. Granted it didn't help that they moved to a new location and cut their available space in half - huh. So we had to settle for grabbing a six pack of cinnamon rolls and eating 4 in the car. Yes, I forwarded the leftovers to my father (after making him work for it a little bit) . . . and yes, he did not share.