I opened my fridge, it took one glance to know that what was once to be my dinner had spoiled. My mashed potatoes, potato salad, potato soup... All of it moldy. Even my raw potatoes that were supposed to be nuked in the microwave were sprouting as well.
This was quite the problem, as my entire house was chock full of only potatoes. They were kept in my closet, in the drawers, and in a large tub that I kept tripping over. I should fix that. I looked beyond the clutter of potatoes, to if just one had survived the sprouting. Instead of a potato I found... A lemon.
Oh.
I gingerly took a bite of this strange, yellow potato's hide. Not bad. It was edible, I shrugged and took another bite. I made my way through the flood of useless potatoes that I'd have to plant this Summer and to my computer. I took a seat and typed in my password. Welcome PATATO12.
I liked that name, I was proud to boast about it at work. I began looking at pictures of potatoes as I ate the yellow one in my hand. My face puckered up as I got to the soft, juicy flesh. I got to a picture from BookFace about 5 recipes made entirely of potatoes. I looked at a picture of a potato with a dog face then photoshopped a dog with a potato face in retaliation. I began to wonder if I was becoming obsessed about these inanimate objects. I looked out the nearby window and studied the clouds.
Potato, potato, sheep.
I shook my head. No, I was perfectly fine. I resumed my day of scrolling through a whole gallery of potatoes and nibbling on a lemon. My taste buds stopped flinching with each bite of the fruit and it's once pungent taste became pleasantly sweet.
Perhaps I should stock up on lemons?