Yesterday I ate at an Asian place called Mandarine Garden, or something like that. And, for real, it was so good. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
A very badly lit heaven with fortune cookies.
Yesterday was a good day.
At said restaurant, there was a Happy Buddha.
I can not even express to you how badly I wanted this Happy Buddha. I love him. And I want him. He was about as big as a toddler, and he was sitting on the counter, smiling away.
What I don't understand is why he wasn't for sale.
I named him...
Happy Buddha George.
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