the scene: borders parking lot
me, rubbing the base of my neck.
burke: stop touching your lumps!
me: there's just so many little peas!
burke: gross, i know. just let it go.
me: i just don't know where all these cherries came from.
burke: let's go inside.
me: they're like bubble gum balls.
burke: you're gonna do this all night, huh?
me: i'm sorry, the golf balls on my neck are making it hard to talk.
post-dr. appointment, i've learned the aforementioned lumps are no cause for concern, merely some lymph nodes having a panic attack trying to get my attention.