The scene is my work desk. I’m eating last night’s leftovers for lunch. The raviolis are all stuck together. The red sauce has formed a type of suction glue and prying them apart with a mere fork is an exercise in culinary futility.
I can’t go on.
Also, I didn’t have any sweet Hawaiian Rolls to go with my raviolis. I can’t eat red sauce without bread so I brought a plain hamburger bun.
We’re out of paper towels so often in the work public restroom that I’ve needed to post out here on the internet. After a long internal debate I’ve also decided that I’m going to start wiping my hands on the mirror when we’re out.