Friday, September 02, 2005
Nothing new since Sliced Bread
As I'm walking home from my latest interview, I start thinking about lunch. I have the perfect ingredients for a fabulous sandwich, and my mouth is watering as I trek up the 50 some odd (steep) steps to get to my apartment. As soon as I'm in the house, I've already got my head stuck in the fridge.
Thick white bread, smothered in mayo and mustard, perfectly ripe slices of tomato, sharp white cheddar, and wafer thin pieces of chicken. I'm just about to put it all together when I look at the two pieces of bread left over in the bag, and notice something dark green: mold. My heart sinks. The evil mold monsters are trying to sabotage my lunch! I try to pick off all the mold on my half-way made delicious sandwich, but decide it is just not salvageable. I almost wish I had just not noticed the mold and blissfully ate my sandwich in complete ignorance. Alas, I had to make-do with stale tortilla wraps instead, sloughing all the perfectly placed ingredients of my lunch onto this pathetic flattened excuse for bread. Boo.