it's 3:06pm. do you know where your cheese is?

i could eat chevre till the goats come home.


on another note - i have a question: if you lost your cheese, would you know where it was?

*context: my mom, bro and i were coming back home after a gruelling morning of rejection after rejection, also known as job hunting. we parked in the back parking lot of our building and as i stepped out of the car i saw a block of cheese - a new block, fully wrapped - just lying on the pavement. someone had lost their cheese. do they know they lost it? did they think that they just forgot it at the supermarket? are they questioning their sanity? my mom thought we would take it to the condo office so that it could be picked up by the rightful owner, but on second thought - i mean, would they really know if they lost it? or where they lost it? we decided they wouldn't. needless to say, we are now in possession of a new block of marble cheese.