Kelli, not wanting company, asked for and got a table for one, with the provision she order a full meal, not just sushi. The tuna rolls were good, but she wasn't sure what to do with the salad and bread . . .
Robert (his friends called him Bobby Boy) was on a tear--McDonald's only offered the McRib a couple of times a year, and they've never offered a little guy size. How was Robert supposed to carry away a sandwich that weighed twice what he did? He decided to initiate an internet protest and write his congress individual (he was careful to avoid gender-bias . . .)
Elizabeth (pictured) was growing concerned; her waist and weight were rapidly getting out of control. As a graduate dietitian from the University of Phoenix (on line), she knew binge-eating wasn't good for her weight, but the uncontrollable urge to eat her mate after reproducing was just something she couldn't seem to get a handle on . . .
When Harvey met the alternative health practioner, he quickly learned what his health problem was--he was vegan-intolerant. No soyburgers for him . . .
Gilbert's home delivery start-up seafood business was working well but was much easier with a high tide, and sadly, high tide and the dinner rush didn't always coincide . . .