Head Above Water

Day 20: Tuna Melt

Let me preface this by getting something out of the way: I hate tuna. No, not in the sense that I’ve had it before, but in the “why the hell does tuna exist and why is everyone trying to make me a tuna sandwich?” sort of way. I’ve always thought it smelled terrible and was just a horrendous idea for a sandwich altogether. Most of those who know me well can attest to my repertoire of illustrious gag-faces that I save especially for the likes of tuna. Just when I thought Shafer had failed me today, I turned the corner to find my nemesis staring me straight in the face. Rad. Plus, I couldn’t bad down in front of Shane, so I really didn’t have a choice. 

There was a time where I hated broccoli with every lymph node, functioning cell and prepubescent attitude I had in my body. I would do everything to avoid it at all costs, until I actually tried some. Not only was it not half-bad, but I got to pretend I was a macho dinosaur tearing through some trees like it was nothing. I experienced a very similar feeling in actually having eaten tuna for the first time today. At this very moment, I can’t remember precisely what it was about it that drove me to go without for the last 19 years, so I’d call it a success. The chips it came with were terrible, but whatever. 

Let it be known: Thomas Dale McPhail no longer hates tuna. 

This is sort-of a momentous day, indeed.