GC2G

Cheesy melted sandwiches. It was his job at Grilled Cheese 2 Go. Per company policy, he scrupulously wore his tin foil grill and sagged as far as health standards allowed. He daydreamed as squares of bread fizzled down, of wearing suspenders at a cluttered desk, of serving his sandwiches to the high school girls out at the front counter. Cheesy ate one or two of the sandwiches each day for self-quality-control. One day he came up with what he thought was the most philosophical thing he’d ever thought: that it was really himself he was eating. Good for you, Cheesy.