Cheese

cheeseI was ordering a burger one night, around1:00 in the morning, and asked the waitress what kind of cheese they had.  In that syrupy souther twang, the one that turns one syllable words into two or there or even four, she looked at me with no emotion and replied, “Sliced.”

-Steve G.

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