In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Undo.”
If I could take a trip back in time, straight to the moment something was invented, and stop the person who was creating it, and ensure that it was never completed, I know what I would choose.
It makes me feel ill, even when I look at it. Some enjoy it, and will not understand the reasons I have for totally and utterly detesting it.
Its smell makes my stomach turn, and I get that feeling in my through and gut, that If I don’t take a step way, I may just vomit.
I don’t know who invented it, or what they were thinking. But coleslaw is the thing i would choose.
What a horrific invention indeed.