Conversations I almost had had...
I was in the kitchen a couple of days ago, minding my own business, making myself a sandwich.
Now, the exact kind of sandwich I had wouldn’t normally ever come up as a topic of discussion or importance. I think. However, let me state for the record that in this case I was using up some of the produce that is slowly turning bad in our fridge crisper, so I chose to make a “bunwich” with mayo, tomato and pickle.
Me - being me - bites into this wonderful mix of fantastic and fresh flavourful delight when the juices go squirting out of the bun. I manage to save the floor from getting soiled by ensuring I block the spill with the big toe on my right foot.
The dog - being the dog - happily enjoys licking my sock for the next five minutes.
”You’re a crazy dog!”
”Yes,” the dog almost replies. “But you’re the moron that made a tomato and pickle sandwich with mayonaisse.”