Order the bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich that’s available on wheat, white, and rye or bagel or croissant for extra. Then jokingly mutter something about making it on a cinnamon roll.
“That’s a Cin-Lord. I can do that.”
We are not unique or beautiful snowflakes. Everything has been done before. The sandwich is set down briefly, and before you have a chance to revel in absolute gluttonous ecstasy or snap a picture with your cell phone, the sandwich artist takes back his canvas.
He returns your sandwich several seconds later, and the generous thick, white, glistening globs of mayonnaise lovingly painted on. Seeping from the edges of your beautiful, bountiful breakfast sandwich. The final brushstroke on a portrait of indulgence.
Sin-lord. Wordplay. I get it. This is why I’m fat.