Fish induced memories

My boss was eating a tuna fish sandwich yesterday and that smell punched me in the face with memories. I ate or threw one of those out on a weekly basis in elementary school. As part of lunches I made myself because in like Grade 4, I told my Mom enough. Enough with the English muffin with jam sandwiches when I had expressed the two things I hated in life (more than raw carrots even), were English muffins and jam. (I still loathe & gag on raw carrots, jam wormed its way back into my heart and English muffins are not a friend of a celiac). From now on I would now be making my lunch and Koleman’s lunch. Period.
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