So I was rushing to class today and thought, hey its going to be a long day, i should make a sandwich. Little did I know it was going to be a masterpiece in the making. Originally it was just a ham and cheese sandwich on wheat, but by the time I ate it, it would be so much more. Short story, short-I left it in my car during class and turns out the heat would get to it before I did. The cheese was melted, the ham was hot, the bread was stale (and hot) giving it the texture and temperature of being perfectly toasted and bam! Hot ham and cheese. Mmmm Toasty.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Somewhere along the line, a chemist made lots of money developing the Jell-O they serve you in hospitals. There is no way there is not an extra, synthesized compound hidden in the depths of a hospital laboratory that allows this Jell-O to keep it shape for days. You will never walk into a patient's room and see on their bedside table a puddle of Jell-O. A day later, three days later: perfect symmetrical cubes of green, blue, red gelatin. It's a hospital-cafeteria anomaly and I stand by it.
On a different note, at work, after giving Mr. Kadara his breakfast the other morning he shared with me his experience of being kidnapped the night before. Fortunately, he was taken to a cafe and fed a delicious meal before being returned to his hospital bed. Then he promptly asked me to leave his wheelchair by the door that night so that he could readily escape when the time was right. Did I mention he doesn't have a wheelchair? I love my patients.
On a completely unrelated note I gave my teacher a Book of Mormon and today she told me she had been reading it, it had her interested and wanted to talk more. After my initial response, (in my head of course) "Really?" I started to feel like Elder Calhoun from the Best Two Years. For those of you who have missed out on this little gem of a film, here's a quick clip that ought to give you the idea.
Sheesh, people. Sheesh.