origins

When I was about four, there was a guy at our church named Mr. Alexander, but I used to call him Mr. Egg Salad Sandwich. Close enough. Plus, he had a pile of curly hair which also looked like egg salad as far as I was concerned. My mom thought it was funny, and he did too, it's the kind of thing you get away with when you're four. To make matters worse, them laughing at my name calling gave me the confidence to be cocky about it, so when he'd show up I'd greet him as Egg Salad. Just dropped mister altogether, sandwich as well. Hey, Egg Salad. I was saying exactly what I thought. Dude, you look like someone dumped fucking egg salad on your head, so why beat around the bush.