It was dumb complaining about the amount of foam in my latte when the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse came roaring into town annihilating everything. Here I am, surly with the barista who didn’t seem to care about the foam at all! Sorry, I shouldn’t have complained. I’m well—a girlfriend back at the house, two pugs, a cool recumbent bike. But I was crabby, and boom, here comes Conquest, War, Famine and Death. It really made me feel like a chucklehead for complaining about something so trivial when, you know, everyone died. My girlfriend vaporized to ash. I mean—yikes.
Another fun one!