i hop to IHOP

~I'm not sure what has come over me, but I seem to find restaurant merchandise strangely attractive and alluring. The Country Kitchen incident will not be easily forgotten. That seasoning seems to have been my gateway drug. Shameful, I know.
~A recent trip to IHOP fueled my addiction. That little, tub-like thing they keep the packets of sugar and sweetener in was taunting me. I restrained myself, however, and attempted not to look directly at it. Then a friend mentioned the IHOP hat one of the workers was wearing. We needed one of those hats. After asking, we discovered that the only hats they had were old and nasty. damn After some intense crayon action, food, drunken pals joining, pictionary, and boysenberry syrup, my friend ordered some hot chocolate. Now let me tell ya, that mug was damn enticing. The temptation was killing me. Again I restrained from placing anything in my purse, but everyone was well aware that it was a struggle.
~Intoxicated boy #1 decided to take matters into his own hands. He ordered a cup of coffee and afterwards placed both mugs into his shirt as if they belonged there. Once outside, he handed my friend and I each a mug and then, to our surprise, whipped out an IHOP hat. That is one sneaky boy. I love my cute IHOP mug, but I'm afraid this is only encouraging my little problem.