Heavy metal bread.
April proved to be a rough month and I could type about the 14-hour workday I just endured, but instead I’ll share a moment I had with a coworker. I can be Debbie Downer some other day.
Monday afternoon, a coworker and I finished up a job early, so we decided to grab some lunch. I wasn’t too familiar with the area and wasn’t hankering for anything in particular, so I told him he had to call the shot while I kept my eyes on the road. He said a few names out loud, but then proclaimed, “PANTERA BREAD! That’s where we’re going!”
This is what he saw:
But this is what my brain saw:
‘Course, my coworker is higher up in the ranks than me, so I kept my mouth shut. But I was rolling on the floor laughing in my mind, picturing Dimebag Darrell and a loaf of bread.
(Oh, and I had never been to Panera before. Good stuff!)
EDIT: Oh yeah, sorry to those who thought this post would be about this:
By dwight, May 2, 2007 @ 6:14 am
I thought you were going to say there was Mercury in the bread