I was at the store tonight buying something to quench my thirst (and nothing else because I’m not going to be around to consume it) and I came across this little guy, all lost with no place to go.
Since I just quit my job at a supermarket, this only triggered me slightly. I mean, how long had he been out, all cold warm and alone, away from his home in a cold case, or better, someone’s stomach. Sadly, it was probably already too late for him.
While I won’t miss making sandwich after sandwich for hours a day, I will never stop enjoying them. For my entire stay in France, I plan to take record of anything sandwich-like that comes my way. You have my word that I will never be forced to leave one to the same fate as this one.
Fifty Shades of Grease Publishing 