Delay, Sorry, Meat

I’d been thinking about it all day. I woke up with it on my mind, drudged my way through work salivating, even managed to drink coffee on my breaks and have the taste throb in my mouth. Everywhere I looked, I saw wisps of steam rising from a plateful of delicious, delectable, tender meat, swimming in a savoury meat sauce. I was going to feast tonight, right after work.

5:01pm and I was out the door. Ten minutes later and I was in front of the restaurant, reading:

“Sorry, there’s been a delay in deliveries. We’re closed until tomorrow.”