Sunday, September 6, 2015

He Doesn't Eat Much

Our usual after-flea ramen spot is super busy, and kind of loud. Katie's mom is doing her best to be social after a long day, but all three of us are deep in our bowls of ramen, quietly eating with gusto.

Katie notices it before I do: a small, black and green iridescent beetle about the size of an aspirin, floating face down in my ramen broth. I'm not even disgusted, just disappointed that I won't be able to finish my ramen as I call the waitress over to let her know.

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