Leftover Chinese Won't Try THAT Hard to Solve the Mystery

So this morning, I'm getting my tri-weekly lunch sandwich together. Lunch meat? Check. Bread? Check. Lettuce Leaf? Check. Slice of tomato? Che-waaaah? I'm pretty sure I picked up a tomato at the grocery store on saturday. I'm pretty sure that while I was bagging my groceries, I remember thinking that the tomato was probably going to suffer a bruise or two. I used the rest of last week's tomato at the cookout. Whaaaa?

Check that. I will try hard to solve the mystery and dig the receipt out of the shallow trash.

*picture me digging the receipt followed by filling the trash with the spoiled food in the fridge*

Nope. No tomato. Then what the hell did I think was going to suffer?

meh, I'll let that mystery ride.

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