This morning, while at work, I was struck by an intense, all-consuming craving for a chicken parmesan sandwich. Just the thought of the tomato sauce, melty mozzarella cheese and crispy chicken on a soft bun made me all Homer Simpson drooly for one.
But I put this out of my mind when I headed downstairs to the cafeteria for lunch...
...and saw that a chicken parmesan sandwich was one of today's specials.
Damn you, cafeteria.
I stood and stared at the sandwich for a few seconds, imagining what it would taste like - then made a beeline for the salad bar.
Take that, temptation!
It's all about the small victories.
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