So my ******* driver's ed ran til well after 6:30 and my mom apparently doesn't know where the Gates track is (and neither do I,) so I couldn't run the meet. Then I drive to the track, thinking "Golly, maybe I shall hurdle some steeples for Friday", but the freaking Titans were having a meet.
...I was so upset, I went to Peaches Cafe.
Because Buffem said it's delicious.
And I ate. A lot.
Buffem was right.