Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Chernobyl Cheese

How to I tell a very sweet, well-intentioned co-worker that no, in fact, I do not want to have half her sandwich despite the fact that I am starving and have no food. That the plastic cheese I see peeking out of the sandwich nauseates me and that I'm shocked she hasn't turned the same nuclear orange as the plastic cheese she eats?

I tried to mumble out something about no thanks, I'm a natural cheese-atarian, but was shoved half of the sandwich anyways. And I ate it, because while I'm a rude whore here, it may come as a surprise that I generally try to not be rude in real life.

So I ate the sandwich while she watched. Everything was good but the nuclear plastic cheese.


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