Hi everyone, it's Angela. It's taken me a while to get on this because at first I thought I was once again proving I missed the technological window, but apparently I just missed out on the email.
Wednesday last week, I got grab and go from Franklin DC and decided to sit in that little area with the benches surrounding the plot of grass near the greenhouse. They didn't have any bagels left when I went, and I was heartbroken. So, I grabbed a turkey sandwich and a couple of mustard packets. Mustard packets are dangerous. Mustard in general is quite dangerous. It stains you, your fingers, your clothes, sometimes without you even noticing. The worst is going to some place like disco bowling and when they turn on the black light lo and behold, you have a mustard stain on your khaki pants. I even remember watching this movie, "Notorious", a Hitchcock with Ingrid Bergman and Gregory Peck. In it, Ingrid Bergman shares a picnic with Gregory Peck and is found out by the mustard stain on her finger.
To continue, I sat on the bench, opened the mustard packet, and it split in two! I paused, frozen completely. I stared down at my pants. Nothing. I looked at my shoes. Nothing. My shirt, My hair, nothing! There was one large blob of mustard on the ground in front of me, but I was saved! It was amazing. It was proof of something, I'm not sure what. It couldn't have been luck, I'm never that lucky. Something for all of your brilliant minds to ponder...
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