The other day I really wanted a sandwich. I found some ham, bread, mustard and mayo and started to put together a sandwich. Not the ultimate sandwich, but a moderately good sandwich. This is the result:
Not the most fancy sandwich ever, but reliable and tasty. As soon as I had taken 2 bites, though, I noticed something was off. I needed cheese for this sandwich! I took the cheese out of the fridge, happy we had some. But then I tried to take a piece of cheese from the stack of cheese that had been squished together. A full peice wouldn't come off, and because I kept trying I riped peice after peice into little shreads of cheese. And because this was a moderately good sandwich, little pieces of cheese would not work. I needed a complete and perfect piece of cheese. This is what I got for trying:
I ended up getting a full piece of cheese and completing my sandwich, but the rest of the cheese was slightly destroyed in my quest for a moderately good sandwich. But destroying the cheese was totaly worth getting a full peice.
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