You Don’t Know Naan
I brought naan to work with me today. It’s a kind of bread, idiot. Native Americans eat it, and people in Queens who know too much about food because it’s a safer fetish than sex.
You eat naan with curry, but I had mine sans Hindu influence in the handicap stall of the bathroom at work.
I take a fifteen minute lunch break: eat my naan, win two games of cell phone Solitaire, pretend to flush, then go back to my desk. I know it sounds like I have an ex-wife, but I don’t.