Cutting a sandwich diagonally is a diagonal move in a straight world.
I cut my sandwiches straight, not because I'm a traditionalist, but because I'm a fatalist, and the diagonal just delays the inevitable.
The diagonal cut is for romantics, who think the angle of the blade can change the course of love, or at least lunch.
Ultimately, whether you cut a sandwich straight or diagonally, the result is the same: two halves that will never be whole again, a culinary metaphor for the human condition.
I cut my sandwiches with a blowtorch. My neighbors complain about the smoke.
I have a collection of sandwich-cutting tools. Includes a chainsaw. It's very efficient.
My favorite sandwich is cut into a hexagon. Tastes better that way.
I'm being sued by a sandwich. It was cut diagonally.
Picture a plain white plate, a two‑slice marvel, I’m talking about rye, mayo, that stuff—then I yank a laser‑sharp knife, straight as a ruler, slice straight down, *click
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