Dear Lady Who Works in the Green Shop Around the Corner from Church Crescent and Makes the Best Egg Sandwiches Ever,
Last semester I was addicted to Dunkin Donuts egg white flatbreads, but your holy creations bring my eating experience to a whole new level. I don't know if it's the eggs you use-- so fresh that they taste like they were laid moments earlier from the chickens that run around your yard-- the generous handfuls of peppers and onions, the medieval charcoal burner used to fry our omelets, the inch-thick slices of Ghanian sugar bread. Maybe it's the 1 cedi we pay for all that goodness. Or maybe it's just the love.
Whatever your secret is, you've got me under your spell. I can't walk to school without making a slight detour towards your little green shop. Even though it takes like a half hour to make each sandwich, and even though you're probably sick of seeing loud, hungry obrunis EVERY SINGLE DAY, I know that you need us as much as we need you. Like I said, it's true love.
Last weekend, we were sad to hear you were feeling a little under the weather. Caitlin and Holley and I got out of bed with the sole intention of paying you a visit. Imagine our shock when we found out that there weren't going to be any sandwiches. It was the worst day of our shallow, food-centered obruni lives.
Anyway, we know you were traveling this week--and don't worry, even though the other egg sandwich lady has been filling in, you're still our number one girl. Come back soon, please. We're lost without you.
Love,
Your Obsessive Fan Base
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