I ignore that, though I’m pretty sure it was aimed squarely at me. “I also like everything bagels. Fuck, I love that seasoning! You know what I wish? I wish you could buy it. Just the seasoning. There’s a million-dollar idea for you. I’d put that shit on everything I eat.” I make a firm decision never to tell him he could live his life’s dream simply by taking a stroll through the spice aisle of the nearest grocery store.
I was thinking the exact same thing
