So this is an actual pickle found in our real-life pickle jar. 
I know people see Jesus in their toast and stuff, but doesn't it look eerily
face-like?
The better question is, what does this pickle want? Escape? A life's fulfillment as relish on a steamy, beef patty hot off the grill?
I assume the pickle was eaten and enjoyed by one of the pickle-eaters in my family. (Pickles for me? No thank you.) We can all honor its memory here in the world wide web.
Thanks, pickle. You're one in a million.
