It was a disaster, an absolute abomination.  The world would never ever be the same after this day.   Everything was thrown completely out of whack.  Planets would soon collide with each other and stars would dance with asteroids.  Mountains crumble and oceans dry up.  Dogs would get along with cats and walk on two legs, fish would stroll on dry land.  The world would be turned upside down because of the devastation caused today!

Zada looked in great despair at the kitchen counter.  He had dumped the bread out of the package to make sandwiches and there were three heels!  No one likes the heeler and to have to deal with three was a tragedy.  Most of the time the heels were passed over and allowed to get moldy and hard, then just tossed away.  If three was to be the new two discarded heels would soon consume the earth and people would have houses made of unwanted moldy crusts.

Delicately, Zada used the end of his butter knife and slowly pushed the three pieces to the edge of the counter and contemplated silently what to do with them.  Who had upset him today?  Surely that was deserving of a crusty sandwich. 

Three levels of turkey, ham, roast beef, cheese, mustard, mayonnaise, lettuce, onions, and bacon.   A triple-decker sandwich was a mere inconvenience without the promise of the crunch, greasy piece of magic hidden among everything else.  The bread was running out, five were made, but there were two more to make. 

Only six pieces were left, but three of them were the evil misshapen crusty guys sitting precariously at the end of the counter and far away from Zada and his masterpieces as possible.  Samantha can into the kitchen very sneakily.

            “What’s taking so long?!” She pounces on him and he tosses the jar of mustard in the air.  They both look up at the impending doomed when that jar returns to the ground.  Zada sticks his hand out to grab it but a long line of yellow condiment was already streaking through the air.  Samantha dramatically threw herself out of the way of the flying mustard.  Zada took it full on.  In his hair, his brand-new white, button up shirt.  Just everywhere.  “Well, I will tell everybody it will be a few minutes … keep up the great work.”  Samantha adds slowly making her way out the door.  Zada spins around jar and knife in hand and Samantha sprints out of the kitchen.