I eat sandwiches often, both because I like them and because it's economical. I often go to one of the local supermarkets for my luncheon meat, because their deli rocks. I almost always get my favorite pastrami, ham, and swiss cheese there.
The problem I've found recently is that almost inevitably, after a few sandwiches, I'll have run through the pastrami and ham, and still have leftover swiss. Now, I like swiss, especially this swiss, so I don't mind munching on it on its own, but I don't always want to. I had noticed, though, that lately I tend to use half of each purchase of luncheon meat per sandwich. Basically, a quarter pound of meat per sandwich. And I'd also found that four pieces of swiss seemed to fit perfectly with that amount. So the other day, when I went to the deli, I ordered the meat the usual way (a half pound each), but ordered the swiss cheese not by weight, but by quantity: 16 pieces, for four tasty sandwiches. Because, you know, I am bright like that. Right? Au contraire, mon frer!
Because just today, as I am making the first of these sandwiches, as I am putting the cheese on....one slice JUMPS out of my hand and swan dives down to the floor!

Now, I may not be Mr. Germophobic, but I am certainly NOT eating anything that hits the floor. Especially our kitchen floor. It is not filthy or anything, but we do not exactly mop regularly, and.....well, just no. Absolutely not.
So I pitch that slice of cheese, add one more to complete my sandwich, and enjoy my lunch, but the entire time I am thinking just one sad, sad thing: one of my sandwiches is going to be short one slice of cheese.
I have been outsmarted by cheese. Oh, the humanity!
(Yes, it's a slow day. Sue me.)
The problem I've found recently is that almost inevitably, after a few sandwiches, I'll have run through the pastrami and ham, and still have leftover swiss. Now, I like swiss, especially this swiss, so I don't mind munching on it on its own, but I don't always want to. I had noticed, though, that lately I tend to use half of each purchase of luncheon meat per sandwich. Basically, a quarter pound of meat per sandwich. And I'd also found that four pieces of swiss seemed to fit perfectly with that amount. So the other day, when I went to the deli, I ordered the meat the usual way (a half pound each), but ordered the swiss cheese not by weight, but by quantity: 16 pieces, for four tasty sandwiches. Because, you know, I am bright like that. Right? Au contraire, mon frer!
Because just today, as I am making the first of these sandwiches, as I am putting the cheese on....one slice JUMPS out of my hand and swan dives down to the floor!

Now, I may not be Mr. Germophobic, but I am certainly NOT eating anything that hits the floor. Especially our kitchen floor. It is not filthy or anything, but we do not exactly mop regularly, and.....well, just no. Absolutely not.
So I pitch that slice of cheese, add one more to complete my sandwich, and enjoy my lunch, but the entire time I am thinking just one sad, sad thing: one of my sandwiches is going to be short one slice of cheese.
I have been outsmarted by cheese. Oh, the humanity!

(Yes, it's a slow day. Sue me.)


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But I don't have roommates, etc.
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