Memories of the Mummies

As I sit the intoxicating scent of cheap McDonalds wafts from my boss' office, and I'm reminded of those wonderful summers when I spent at the Field Museum with the mummies, both living and dead. One particular memory sits above the rest as I recall the many times when my good friend and old boss Bob would stress out at somebody and need a coffee afterwards. Usually punctuated with an "Oh hell, lets get some coffee, and you can get a McFuzzy" our conversations would lead from how the day went to what the egyptians were thinking. Yeah, good old times.