I looked across the table and watched Kathy reading her textbook. Her eyes were locked in a fierce struggle with each and every word. She conquered each one relentlessly and moved across the page swiftly. Then she noticed my gaze and looked up.

"I'm craving Chicken McNuggets," she declared.

I blinked, not quite sure where in left field this thought came from.

"After this, I'm going to get some Chicken McNuggets," she stated, as if it were already destined in the stars and she were simply following orders.

I looked back at my laptop and continued typing. She pulled out her eye drops and squeezed some into her dry eyes. A tear of saline solution dripped down her cheek.

"Oh baby, don't cry," I teased.

"Hmph," she scoffed as she faked a sniffle. "That's because I don't have any Chicken McNuggets," she whimpered as she wiped away the tear.

"Why don't we get some right now?" I asked. She nodded. We gathered our things, returned to my car, and headed for the nearest McDonalds.

As we pulled into the drive-thru, I asked, "How many Chicken McNuggets do you want?"

Kathy scratched her chin. "Ummm…"

"Do you want like two or three nuggets? We could get a six-pack."

"Ummm…"

"Six nuggets? We could get a ten-pack."

"Ummm…"

I looked at her sideways. "Ten nuggets?"

"Heehee!" she giggled. "I didn't want to be all unladylike and say 'Yes,' buuut…" She rolled her eyes upwards and grinned.

"Okay, a twenty-pack!"

We placed our order and rolled up to the take-out window. The cashier handed us our nuggets and we took off.

"Wow, you're the first girl I could eat a twenty-nugget meal with," I remarked.

"What can I say?" Kathy smiled. "I have a gift."

We broke open the box and the delicious aroma of Chicken McNuggets gloriously filled the car. Mmm. Now that I've written this, I'm craving Chicken McNuggets too.

. . .

Are you craving Chicken McNuggets right now?