My brain is officially suffering from Teacher Summer Meltdown (a little-known phenominom in which teachers' brains, worn out from all the thinking they do during the school year, go on hiatus during the summer months). Case in point: while running errands this afternoon, I swung by Burger King for a meal (during the summer, there is no such thing as "breakfast," "lunch," and "dinner"--time ceases to matter to me). While waiting for my food, I admired the new cup. It advertised something called "Latte Night". Interesting, I thought. Coffee in the evening? That's different. Must be something geared towards those crazy kids whose nights out don't start until 10 or 11. You know, something designed to help fuel them through hours of club-hopping and drinking.
I thought about it all the way home. I wondered what flavors of latte they offered. And what time did Latte Night officially start? Maybe I'd swing by and check it out.
When I got home, I looked at the cup again--and for one brief moment, my checked-out-for-summer-break brain checked back in.
The cup actually read "Late Night."