Disappointment Abounds
Dear Schlotzsky's down the street from my house,
I was oh, so happy two days ago when passed your sign and saw a new Cinnabon sign underneath.
Cinnabon!
Which I've only had in an airport or a mall. These days, I avoid the mall at all costs, and I haven't set foot in an airport since we've had kids.
Hey, Las Vegas! I miss you and your yummy Cinnabon!
Anyway, Cinnabon!
The sign was right there with the Schlotzsky's, Weinerschnitzel and Tastee Freez signs. I immediately began planning my visit for this morning.
Did I mention I was excited?
This morning I made sure I had the debit card, took Scooter to school, and got ready to surprise Big Daddy with Cinnabon! I turned in next to the sign and tried to figure out where Cinnabon is. Oh, it's inside of Schlotzsky's. Cool.
Except guess what? Schlotzsky's doesn't open until 10:00 a.m.
What?
Mr. Person In Charge Of Schlotzsky's, what kind of sense does it make to bring the best cinnamon rolls in the free world to my town, and then not have them available for breakfast?
None, I tell ya! None!
So now I'm craving cinnamon rolls but not in the afternoon, dadgummit!
What were you thinking?
Sincerely,
1 comment:
Well that was just not an intelligent decision at all now, was it?
I have to say though, I'm totally jealous you have a Schlotzsky's. Ages ago I loved to go have lunch with my Mom and there was one right next door to the bank where she worked, so that's where we'd always go. YUM!
I got to eat at another one several years ago when we were on a field trip near one. But since then? None for me. So sad!
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