I got heartburn just reading that.
I'm making egg in a hole for breakfast with a lovely pumpernickel I picked up the other day.
Worst day of my life.
There I was, first day working in Goldbergerstein's Deli. It was about noon when the manager called me to his office and in a stern voice said, "Gemma! We will not tolerate that type of language! YOU'RE FIRED!"
I was dumbfounded, what had I done? "You know darn well you called Mr. Johnson a Purple Ni**er!" No, No, No, I protested. I asked him if he wanted Pumpernickel!!!