Every day I walk 1.37 mi to my local Olive Garden. Party of 1 i proudly exclaim and am handed a buzzer. 7-9 minutes later I feel the vibration from my pocket, it’s time. I follow my waitress to my table and am shown the specials of the day. I then sample every glass of wine and then decide on water, without fail. My breadsticks arrive and I eat all of them like a hormonal pregnant woman with a jar of peanut butter. I then order the unlimited soup and salad, I start on a hearty bowl of Zuppa Tuscana, my personal favorite. Immediately proceeding I march to the bathroom to clean the nut from my left thigh, I can never contain my joy. I sit back down and order 3 large salads, I eat only the black olives and send them back to the kitchen. It’s time for more breadsticks. I loudly proclaim my love for the Olive Garden, from my table I call cooperate to share my vigorous joy of my meal. One more bowl of soup and I feel completed. I eat my Olive Garden branded Andy’s mint, pay my bill, and clean one more loose nut but from right thigh this time. I head for the door but not before shining the hostess a smile and telling her I can’t wait to see her again tomorrow, my whole walk home I cry joyful tears as I am so happy with what was the highlight of my day.