He sliced some bread and then opened the fridge and scanned the contents.
It was imperative that he made a sandwich and it needed to be the greatest sandwich of all time.
There were an awful lot of bottled beers in there - almost half the fridge was full of varying craft ales that had cost him upwards of £2 a bottle.
He found some ham and some blue cheese that were still in date. There was lettuce that hadn't quite begun to turn and a tomato that was possibly a little too soft, but would suffice. There was a jar of mustard and some mayo too. This sandwich was going to kick all other sandwiches' arses.
What had he forgotten?
Butter!
The butter dish should really have been left out, but he knew that a few seconds in the microwave would enhance its spreadability.
He took the lid off the dish and saw an indentation in the butter. It looked like a huge footprint of some kind.
He hadn't seen the elephant behind him and he soiled himself as it trumpeted in an unexpected manner.
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