I finished building the most epic Dagwood sandy and started putting everything away. The bread twisty was AWOL.
"Jeanie, where's the bread twisty?"
"No clue. Consult the junk drawer."
"Good idea."
I started digging around in the drawer, but I had the wrong glasses on. I moved in close and fell in. I landed on a sponge. I slid to the edge and dangled my feet off the side like I was getting out of bed!
Junk. Everywhere. Peeked under a fast-food menu. Nothing. Climbed a mountain of condiment packets. Nada. Stepped in a sticky patch.
After squeezing past several batteries, I found a sheet of twisties. It was as big as plywood. I dragged it to the edge and called for Jeanie.
"Jeanie! Jeanie? Hey!" I was tiny. She was a giant. Grabbed my cell and called.
"Yeah?"
"I'm stuck in the drawer!"
"Again? Be right there."
She reached into the drawer. I grabbed her pinky. Dropped the stink'n twisties in the process.
Once out, I found the ties on the floor, ripped one off, and attached it to the bread. I returned the sheet to the drawer for next time, and dug into the most righteous sandwich ever.
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