The bagels were my copilot.
Barreling down I-29 and back home for a few days before the start of a new semester, I wanted one. I decided to wait, but it was tough.
The aggressive scent of onion and garlic permeated my car, pushing me to drive faster in order to get to my toaster and smear one with butter, a steaming cup of strong coffee nearby to wash it down.
I may like bagels a bit too much.
FMfare 