Monday, travel day, the worst travel day. It would be like any other, but when I arrive I notice old man Alexander is deep in thought- something is amiss. I don't say a word- could be dangerous. After all, old man Alexander is very wise, twice my size, and determines my employment.
Noon comes and we ask ourselves the most important question of the day, "What's for lunch?" Old man Alexander stirs- he knows what's for lunch. "Do you guys... like burgers? Have you ever heard of... the chubby?" I paid attention not to what he said first but last. The chubby- what could this be? I ask old man Alexander to tell the legend of old, of the chubby. He smiles and tells us of the half pound angus burger that lies not in a bun, but grilled cheese- two grilled cheese sandwiches.