Elise and I went over to our friend Tommy’s house last night to check out his newly purchased first home. We were in kind of a rush so Elise decided to slap a bologna sandwich together for dinner. I saw her building her sandwich so I decided a sandwich sounded good. I toasted some white bread, slathered the toast with mayo and diced up a leftover ribeye for a hearty steak sandwich. Elise looked at my sandwich. She looked at her sandwich.
“Awwwww… I wanted a steak sandwich.”
The manly dad-to-be handed over his hearty steak sandwich in exchange for a bologna sandwich – no questions asked.
I’m glad I gave Elise my sandwich. Apparently bologna can harbor the bacterium Listeria.
And all this time I thought Listeria was one of Def Leppard’s top-selling albums.