Random changing of the names · 4:09pm Feb 20th, 2014
What's going on in this blog?
If you didn't notice as you were strolling on over to this blog, my name has made a slight change. Don't worry; you may still call me Ghost or any variation of that if you will! However, I wanted a bit more hilarity in my name to make it stand out; GhostofSandwich (funny story behind that name, actually) sounded like the perfect name to switch to without changing my nickname or otherwise making what few people follow me confused out of their minds.
Unrelated picture is barely related.
Anyways, now to the story behind this name. Warning: feels are imminent.
So, I had just made myself the most perfect, delectable sandwich ever made in the history of mankind. The bread had no tears or holes in it at all; it was a fresh as it could be as well. I also had three different types of cheese: American, Swiss, and Pepperjack. Each piece was perfectly placed so as to contibute their flavor to each bite. Not only that, but there were two pieces of turkey, one at the top and another at the bottom, and two pieces of ham in between the top, middle, and bottom slices of cheese.
But this alone couldn't make a good sandwich, so I added bacon. Five strips, perfectly crispy, on the top and bottom, right above the turkey. Afterwards, I began the delicate process of adding lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and of course, mustard. The mustard was my crowning achievement; it was perfectly and equally divided throughout the sandwich.
I was friggin' hungry by that time, so I wanted to hurry and eat the delicious thing. But it wasn't complete yet; I needed one more thing to go with it: an ice-cold glass of Coca-Cola, my favorite soft-drink. When I returned, the sandwich was waiting for me, literally sparkling with delicious brilliance. The sun shone in at just the right angle so as to grace the amazing sandwich with light and really show the flavor.
I was ready to eat. I sat down and took a single sip of the coke, my mouth watering at the scrumptious culinary perfection. (I'm a terrible cook, so it was a proud moment for me. I'm talking so bad that I once had the fire department called after making a bowl of cereal that burst into flames) So, the moment had come; I was ready to eat.
I picked the sandwich up and began to raise it towards my mouth with carefulness so as to not disturb the contents. However, I forgot one thing: we have dogs, hungry, food snatching dogs. Never mind their dog food; they want delicious sandwiches and the like. I can't blame them; dog food cannot possible taste favorable.
Right before the amazing creation reached my mouth, two of the dogs ran through the chair, excited by a knock on the door. The chair was already in bad condition, as I'd failed to fix the creaky old thing, so naturally, two dogs darting underneath it, hitting the legs, was too much for the old sitting device.
In a single moment, the world slowed to a crawl as the chair collapsed (actually, the leg just slid at an angle and threw me off balance) and sent the sandwich, which I didn't have a tight grip on in fear of squeezing the contents out, flying across the room. I'm pretty sure I heard Ave Maria play as it flew through the air, landing on the carpet across the room.
All I could do is watch as the third dog sprinted to the object of my affection and gobble it up in three bites. I simply stared where the sandwich had landed, a single stain from tomato juices and mustard still behind, as I began to mourn the sandwich.
The person at the door turned out to be the mailman.
Ever since then, I've always wondered what that sandwich would have tasted like, what orgasmic flavors it would have produced. Sadly, it just wasn't to be. I'd attempted to re-create it multiple times to no avail; the ghost of the sandwich refused to take a new form.
I'm still friggin' hungry for that sandwich.
Well, there you go! The story behind my new name. The story is true, if a little outdated (happened early 2013; I've still never replicated that sandwich). Sandwiches were harmed in the making of this horrid memory. But hey, at least I managed to pull a good name out of the whole thing, so there's that.
Now, I think that I'm going to go stare at various sandwiches and look like stains the cupcake dog as I do so.
Oh, also be sure to check out my latest short story (tagged) before you congregate away from this blog!
I saw, read and favourited this story, but not by checking this blog page in which only one single line is related to said story, and the rest of this blog not being related to any fanfic in general.
That is such a sad story.
1856465 Cool story bro.
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(I'm sorry! I just saw your comment and that's the first thing that came to mind!)