One fine morning a couple of days ago, I was greeted by the sight of a partially eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich on whole wheat bread. It was perched just outside the living room window. Someone had chucked it over the hedges after taking only three bites. It looked perfectly fine to me, far more appetizing, in fact, than the spaghetti sandwiches my mother used to pack in my school lunch box back in the day. Though sorely tempted, I did not snack on the sandwich, preferring instead to heave it back over the hedge. Here's hoping the owner saw it in the gutter on their return trip.
