The Coda.

That's serious musician talk for a fancy and special ending.

Kiki and I decided to drive through Wendy's for lunch yesterday.

Imagine my surprise when our food was delivered by the heinous conductor.

"Look!" he said. "It's the accompanist!" which only lent credibility to my theory that he has never bothered to learn my name.

I called Bruce on the way home. I know I am a horrible person for admitting this, but I was secretly pleased that this man is working in a land of grease. I'm a small person because this information made me feel better for some strange and terrible reason.

My smug feelings didn't last long. Kiki's Hamburger Kid's Meal came up missing the HAMBURGER. She was angry and cried and was not consolable.

Guess I wasn't the only one who felt a little better yesterday.

Touche, conductor.

This means war.