40cakes | Casey and Kirk Go to White Castle

At White Castle, the guy in front of us was counting out a crumpled dollar bill and change to buy food. He kept making up orders until he came up with something he could afford. I'd feel bad for him if it weren't for the following:
- His Nike sneakers
- His designer skinny jeans fashionably hung at his ass
- The iPod in the pocket of aforementioned jeans
- The fashionable emo-shaggy haircut
- With highlights
- The MLB-branded baseball cap atop his head

Seriously. I never have cash on me either, but White Castle takes card. SURELY you have a debit card?

So he took five minutes to figure out what he could afford. We got up to the register, and it took about 15 tries to convey that we wanted the 10-sack, 2 with garlic cheese. And then the cashier accidentally cancelled the order. And we said, "Surely tis a sign that we are not meant to be here," and had Chick-Fil-A instead. Chick-Fil-A talks a lot about family values, and closes on Sundays. I have a feeling I shouldn't support them. Cries.

And so far I'm about 27 points over my limit. Even factoring in that I danced for an hour at the party and now my abs and hips and legs and feet are killing me. And that's not factoring in when my shoe fell completely apart on the walk home (I took a picture, but it's at work.)