They folded me in at six in the morning. I was awake for all of it and I have opinions.
We came out of the same steamer at the same minute. They accepted it. I did not, and I would like to point out that being loud is the only reason anyone remembers which one I am.
The tongs pass over me every time. Every single time.

Somebody decided I needed seasoning on top of everything else that has happened to me this morning. I am already a whole animal wrapped in a whole meal. The dip is showing off.
I have made peace with the folding. I have not made peace with the dipping.