When my husband Jonas and I started Auntie Annes in 1988, we never expected or anticipated building an international pretzel franchise. It was the farthest thing from our minds.
I like that: a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself. Sounded like something out of a self-awareness class, probably with yoga. See what kind of a pretzel you can tie yourself into and press on the understood. . . I was raving, if only to myself.
Gallowglass returned to Sporrengasse with two vampires and a pretzel.
Your fuselage shouldn't open more easily than your pretzel bag.