Monday, January 12, 2015

The ENEMY

I was out and about today, and stopped at a gas station for some lunch. at this particular gas station, they have a "Made To Order" station, where you can use a touch screen and basically order anything you want, or don't want on your sandwich.

I ordered my usual vegetarian sub sandwich, and ate it in my car, like the socially awkward person I am.


But then, I noticed my sandwich tasted... off. There was something I did not order in there.

Then I knew what it was. The enemy.

AN OLIVE.





I decided today was the day I would overcome this silly feud I had with all olives, and I would DESTROY THAT OLIVE, SO ALL HIS BRETHREN WOULD TREMBLE IN FEAR AT THE WHISPER OF MY NAME.


Needless to say, I still don't like olives, and two bites of my sandwich were a little unpleasant, but I felt proud of myself for trying to do something out of my comfort zone.



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