Eggsalad Sandwich.

When I was maybe 6 or 7 my dad stopped his '66 Buick Skylark outside a variety store and ran in to get me something to eat. I guess I was peckish and we were in a hurry.

He brought me out an egg salad sandwich and a can of grape pop. I love grape pop.

I told him I didn't like egg salad. I was a picky eater.

He told me to eat it anyway.

so I took a few bites, washed it down with grape pop, and then, mostly because I believed I hated egg-salad, barfed. Barfed big time. Covered my mouth to stop it and purple egg-salad barf shot sideways all over the interior of his '66 Buick Skylark (it was a nice car! Impractical as a family car, though).

So, for the first time since, I ate an egg salad sandwich yesterday. Delicious!

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