My sandwiches are never good enough. I don’t put enough mayonnaise or put too little cheese. I ALWAYS cut them the wrong way and YES YOU DO HAVE TO EAT THE CRUSTS! I sometimes forget to bring the sandwiches to the gym’s creche which means the whole word is going to fall apart at any second – the monster at the centre of the Earth is going to erupt from a sea of molten lava and we will all die.
There is no nutella, perhaps you would care for honey or jam?
I cannot go to the shops to buy the nutella for you and come home and make you a sandwich. We are in a bit of a rush and honey is just as sweet as nutella, wouldn’t you say? How about jam? Jam with some butter? I know you don’t like cheese so I won’t offer that to you.
Oh you want cheese?
Did you say you wanted a cheese sandwich like your brother?
Are you sure you want a CHEESE sandwich. Is that what you are saying?
Yes, ok a cheese sandwich it is.
Yes..it’s coming!
Here you go.
OHHHHH you mean you DON’T like cheese?
I’m so sorry I was mistaken.
Silly sandwich maker.
*sigh*
What do I know?
