Our building uses Fooda, a pop-up restaurant food ordering app. Each day at lunch a different restaurant sets up what amounts to a catering table with food warmers and people line up to order & eat.

Today’s lunch is Chick-fil-a. I’m deriving much pleasure from sitting at a nearby table, eating a salad Husband made for me, watching & listening to Liza Minnelli on my phone, and batting my blue eyeliner-lined eyes at everyone who gets in line and the food servers taking orders.

My smile is genuine snark.

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.