I was mixing pizza dough in California. Johnny walked by with a tray of something.

The dough flops back and forth as the giant robot arm slams it against the insides of the mixing pot. I space out and stare out the window at the cars and passers by. The machine rattles and stops. Silence.

The dough swells, it iss white, and in an instant I see my destiny.

"Tender Krease! Tender Krease!"

 

 

 

 

 

t.k.