And I thought, "A runaway meatball!"

I think that there should be a type of bread made especially to contain meatballs so that when you bite into it, no meatballs can roll out and escape.

I was inspired to write about a meatball that fell out of my sandwich. Am I weird or what?

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You know when you're driving down the street at a pace you're comfortable with and there's just you and another car next to you? Don't you hate it when the driver of that car also wants to drive at the same pace as you? You get to the next light, it's red, you both stop. Then, it turns green. You proceed to step on the gas pedal and for some odd reason, the other driver starts at the same time and pace so you're both driving side to side. It's an uncomfortable feeling and I find myself either speeding up a bit or slowing down a bit so you're not exactly side to side. Usually, I speed up a whole lot, but then it makes me feel like the other person might think I'm trying to race him or her, thus making me look like an idiot. I don't know why I'm writing about this. I'm stressed right now.