Pickles were once cucumbers, until they met vinegar. The pickly reaction didn’t happen until said cucumbers went for a swim. Then, they hung out like it was a hot tub, and like they don’t get up and go to work in the morning… or the next day or the day after that.

You know something? Pickles… all they do is pretty much sit there all pickly and in a jar. Sometimes I like to pretend I’m a Pickle and Hide in a Jar.