My friend, Carlos

So. I didn't eat today.

Now let me explain.

Last night I packed myself a lunch. Oh, it was lovely: broccoli/carrots and dip, yogurt with a granola/craisin/chocolate chip mixture to add to it AND A SPOON!, mini dill-pickle rice cakes, and a chilled sparkling lemonade. Threw it all in a grocery bag and shoved it in the fridge. Splendid.

So this morning I brought it to school, and after class everyone went to McDonalds for breakfast. But not I, for I had a lunch. Brilliant! Didn't have to spend a dime. Who needs lamp-baked sawdust and deep-fried muffins anyway? So with lunch in hand, I, like a joyful schoolgirl, galloped down the stairs to the empty couches in the foyer. I lay out my English homework, open up my grocery bag, and....

... !!!

It's a head of cauliflower.

Glory.

Now here's the kicker: there I was, the second week of school, sitting all by myself on the couches laughing hysterically at a bag of cauliflower... ???

Hah. Hahha.

Apparently my parents keep our half mauled cauliflower in grocery bags in the fridge? And apparently I grabbed the wrong bag? Needless to say, my locker now lingers with a stench similar to mouldy garbage, and Carlos the Cauliflower happily finds himself back in the fridge.

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