Lost & Found: A Breaded Story
A love found, and forgotten.
One day, a long time ago, I brought slices of bread to work to make a ghetto grilled cheese (in the toaster oven). I put my favourite form of carbs in my locker and went about my business.
Weeks later, while rifling through my cubby for snacks I discover a squishy ziploc bag. What on earth could this be?
Well friends, it was a bag of my sad and now very moldy bread.
RIP bread.
