I had a dream last night, and it was a real Whoppler.
Wait for it.
In the dream, I was talking with friends I worked with back in the day in Lexington, Kentucky.
We’re talking over 20 years ago.
I can only assume that the NCAA tourney earlier this week has brought that time in my life to the forefront of my brain. But we weren’t talking about the Wildcats. No, we were all upset that we couldn’t find Whooplers in the local stores.
Even while the dream was taking place, I was thinking in the back of my mind…
“Don’t we really mean Whoopers?
But I couldn’t seem to express it.
So I woke up this morning with Whoppers on the brain. I hope I can find them in the local theatre. (That’s the only place I ever eat them.)
And I hope my Lexington friend Paul Fast is doing well. Because I dreamed about him last night.