The No Hope.

Look at all the natural sunlight I'm getting!

Here is the No Hope Wrap from Surf Bagel, a local breakfast/lunch spot in Lewes. The No Hope is an absolutely delightful assortment of grilled chicken, roasted red peppers, bacon, 3 cheese blend, ranch dressing and lettuce housed within an edible membrane of tortilla wrap. I tend to order them every Wednesday when we grad students school together and go out to feed at Surf Bagel. Aside from its gastronomical qualities, I like to think that when I eat a No Hope, I am devouring all the self-doubt, disappointment and helplessness I feel at the hands of cumes, and that the satisfaction and contentedness experienced post-meal is a taste of life after cumes. As a special bonus today, I received a free El Jefe Wrap in addition to my customary meal of No Hope Wrap, chips, pickle and soda because somebody mistook my order for theirs and ran off with my No Hope. I'm not even angry about having to wait another 8 minutes for a No Hope, I just feel bad for the person who thinks that the life-affirming No Hope Wrap is the El Jefe Wrap and orders a El Jefe next time only to be faced with the grilled roast beef & turkey, fried onions, melted provolone and mayo of disappointment.

Here's to you, No Hope Wrap; if only cumes were not as bitter as you are delicious.
Here's to you, No Hope Wrap; you have no hope of not being eaten.
Here's to you, No Hope Wrap; your hope gives me hope.