To the crisper.
You’re a brave man.
How dare you!
You moved my… cheese?
I just can’t deal with this world anymore.
Yes, but I relocated your brie.
So there.
Shoot. Now I’ll have to scurry around trying to find it. Why would you move it from the Deli Drawer?
Yeah, but I grabbed your gouda, and I’m NOT GIVING IT BACK.
So nyuh.
I say! Hands off!! That’s nacho cheese boy!!!
Yeah but while you were, I got your walrus!
Moved, hell.
burp
But I want my cheeeeeeese! Whyyyyyy did you take my cheeeeeeese?!?!
(There, now you have a little whine to go with it.)
Does it stand alone now?
You know, I was sitting at the Public Library on Thurman St. just now when I suddenly came over all peckish, and I thought a little fermented curd would do the trick. So I sallied forth, infiltrated your place of purveyance in the hopes of negotiating some cheesy comestibles.
Okay, so if you moved it, who was the one who CUT it???
Certainly sir, what sort of cheese would you like?
Well, eh, how about a little red Leicester?
BTW, are you Hem or Haw?
Anyone else read that as combustibles?
Do you have ANY cheese here at all?
Ha, I tricked you into moving my cheese. Next, the couch.
Yeah, well, luckily there is a great book out there about just this very thing, in fact, it is such a great book that you should buy it because my friend told me to buy it because in the book it says to pass along the information about moving cheese to everyone my friend knew, which, I suppose was an indication that all of those people who would read the book would then tell their friends about it and not only move cheese, but also act as little salespeople, and so on and so on, just like in that shampoo commercial which is off topic, I guess, because we are trying to deal with the simple act of moving cheese from one place to another no matter where it ends up or what its movement, in reality, actually means to the average person, let alone you or I as we sit here contemplating the movement of said cheese within the confines of a web-based forum with others who are just as eager to explain how and why we are moving cheese and dealing with the fallout this has caused therefore ultimately finding new cheese, or, heck, old cheese that is still servicable in this modern world of multi-variety cheese aisles and snack packages that imply the use of cheese on the run, which, in effect is exactly what we are talking about - moving cheese from one place to another and finding out which one of us has done it, and why, exactly, we would choose to move the cheese instead of simply letting it be itself in its place and time as a symbol of change and growth, which is much more than its realistic existence as a coagulation of bacterial mold originally developed in cow’s stomachs (of which they have four) and in certain caves throughout Europe, especially in France, which is one reason for the Simpson’s CESM statement that has completely taken the fun out of euphemisisms about cheese and French people in this politically correct world where once ones cheese has been eaten, it not only has been moved, it has been digested.
-Tcat