My sister had left a sandwich in the fridge with her name on it, clearly meant for her. Even though I knew it was hers, I couldn’t resist. Hunger got the better of me, and the sandwich seemed to be calling my name. After a brief internal debate, I gave in and decided to eat it.
Expecting something ordinary—like turkey and cheese or peanut butter and jelly—I opened the sandwich. To my surprise, it contained only two plain slices of bread. Confused, I wondered if she had forgotten to add fillings or if there was a hidden reason behind it.
Then I spotted a note tucked between the bread. Curious, I unfolded it and read the message. My eyes widened as the words stared back at me: “You suck Kyle.” It was a clear joke, but the playful jab still caught me off guard
