Like any good American parents, we got our son to go to school by promising him a treat afterwards. On Monday, Dom took him to Sonic for a lemonade slush. On Tuesday, I picked him up, and he demanded another, so I obliged. When Dom learned of this emerging pattern, she said “We’re gonna have to put a stop to that.”
On Wednesday, the Sonic burned down.
Now, I can’t prove Dom was responsible, but I really haven’t done much digging.
All I know Matador hasn’t had a lemonade slush since.
Coincidence? We’ll let the courts decide.