Dear Egg Salad Sandwich,
Today I had you on the way to work. I was going to save you for lunch, but I could not. You are, to me, an embarassing thing to eat. You smell and your messy. This morning I stared at you in your plastic zip lock bag, and trying to get myself to chow on you. I opened the bag and got a strong wiff of who you really are, Your just a fancy egg, thats all, lathered in Mayo. I drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand on you covered in plastic. I was not hungry, but hought, I better eat you cause I'm broke and I need to eat. You were there, like a slutty friend. You did the job, but left me with a lot of remourse. I was gorging you down, like a kid thinking the best way to hide his candy, is to eat it all, stuff it all in his mouth.
So, now, My car stinks like a sewer, and I'm having flashbacks of you, like a Vietnam vet. Now the only thing that reflects in my head, is the used baggie left in my car, like dirty bed sheets. That are stained and also stain your memory. I know there are people out there that love you, but I don't.
Sorry.
MP