The Grilled Cheese Incident
And so an arguement about Grilled Cheese entered the atmosphere here at Gordon Street. What a bummer. Can't my sisters complain to me about other things than about tasty grilled sandwiches filled with creemy American cheese? I guess not. Well, I came out of my room smelling this delicatessen of the sandwiches and decided that I would help myself to one if there were any left. Well, there were not. Unfortunate for me, so I decided to go without. Not before I decided to ask who had made the sandwiches and if I could have one. So I asked, and got yelled at because of it.
"Don't you know how to cook for yourself?!?"
Obviously not, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered wasting my breath on asking the question. Little did I know, but asking someone, let alone my sister to make me a grilled cheese sandwich is apparently a crime in the most foul of senses and should be prosecuted by captial punishment.
So I stood there, taking a verbal punishment and letting most of the abuse roll off my back, attributing the attitude I was recieving to the monthly "woman problem" that the women in my family seem to suffer from daily. After she noticed I wasn't paying attention, I got a huff and a severe stomping away. Oh well, I guess I'll starve. But wait! What is this in my head? An idea! I'll make the sandwich myself! YEAH! I CAN DO IT!!
No. I can't.
I set the pan on fire, which scientifically isn't possible. I didn't know that metal could be set on fire. But alas, I have proven that it can. I proceeded to put the fire out with the lid of the frying pan, peeled the blackened sandwich on my plate, and scraped the pan clean, destroying all evidence of my failure to make a Grilled Cheese sandwich.
The sandwich wasn't good by the way. Even with jelly.
~Brehnt
"Don't you know how to cook for yourself?!?"
Obviously not, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered wasting my breath on asking the question. Little did I know, but asking someone, let alone my sister to make me a grilled cheese sandwich is apparently a crime in the most foul of senses and should be prosecuted by captial punishment.
So I stood there, taking a verbal punishment and letting most of the abuse roll off my back, attributing the attitude I was recieving to the monthly "woman problem" that the women in my family seem to suffer from daily. After she noticed I wasn't paying attention, I got a huff and a severe stomping away. Oh well, I guess I'll starve. But wait! What is this in my head? An idea! I'll make the sandwich myself! YEAH! I CAN DO IT!!
No. I can't.
I set the pan on fire, which scientifically isn't possible. I didn't know that metal could be set on fire. But alas, I have proven that it can. I proceeded to put the fire out with the lid of the frying pan, peeled the blackened sandwich on my plate, and scraped the pan clean, destroying all evidence of my failure to make a Grilled Cheese sandwich.
The sandwich wasn't good by the way. Even with jelly.
~Brehnt