I sat there as the waitress placed the salad in front of me. Never enough croutons. I grabbed my fork. It had stains from the dishwasher. Someone was going to get bad marks when I took the online survey. I plunged my fork into my salad and pulled out a human head. This was unexpected. The head looked like my father.
Someone had cut off my father’s head and put it in my salad. That’s when I knew today was going to be exactly like my weekend.
The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.