Swiss Cheese Sandwich

Today I was looking around my fridge for something delicious when I came upon the other half of yesterday’s swiss cheese sandwich.

The swiss cheese sandwich said, “You don’t want to eat me.”

I said, “I might.”

The swiss cheese sandwich said, “No, I’m kind of stale. You didn’t properly seal me with plastic wrap. If you bite me, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

I said, “Then I’ll just throw you out.”

The swiss cheese sandwich said, “No, that would be wasteful.”

I said, “I know, I’ll feed you to my dog.”

The swiss cheese sandwich said, “Are you kidding me, your dog can’t handle cheese. Imagine the mess he’ll leave on the carpet.”

I said, “Look, I can’t leave you in the fridge. It’s only meant to preserve food that I will eventually eat.”

The swiss cheese sandwich said, “You’re tired. You always get this way when you need to take a nap. Why don’t you go and lay down. You’ll feel glad that you did.”

I went to my room and laid down in bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I realized what the swiss cheese sandwich had done and I got mad.