Late-Night KFC Regret

Bro it was like 1 AM and my brain said, “KFC will fix everything.” Liar.

I pull into the drive-thru and the speaker sounds like it’s underwater, like they’re ordering

from Atlantis. I say my order slow, clear, respectful. They repeat it back

WRONG, and instead of correcting them, I just go, “Yeah.” That’s on

me. I get the bag and it feels… light. But I ignore it because hope is

powerful. I get home, sit down, open the bag, and I swear time

slowed down. Missing items. Just gone. I’m holding one biscuit like it’s

a consolation prize. Now I’m pacing my kitchen debating if pajamas are socially acceptable for a