Gary Ate My Sandwich

Here’s how I know it was you, Gary, in 50 words.

Image by rewrewrew from Pixabay

My sandwich is missing from the fridge, Gary. There are bread crumbs on your desk and mousepad. French bread crumbs. You smell like chipotle mayo, Gary. That orangeish spot on your sweater looks like my delicious homemade chipotle mayo. You wanted me to know it was you. Didn’t you, Gary?

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Brian Abbey

Brian Abbey

expat, ex-philosopher, ex-entrepreneur writing on society, relationships, & AI singularities. VICE, Salon, & misc humor sites @brianabbey brianabbeywriter.com