Dear Russ,
On Wednesday my cheeseburger showed up at lunch with no cheese. It was not the ideal day for this to happen. I had a bit of a meltdown by slowly sliding down my chair to the floor. I walked around the agency asking "do you have any cheese?" with of course no luck and just piteous looks. Then I found Russ who is my new hero. Russ had some delicious string cheese (though I don't know how he kept it cold). So I peeled it, melted it, and walah, a cheeseburger. Crisis averted.
Russ, you rule,
Kelly Kraft
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