Lunch Disaster

Though many would prefer an extravagant culinary masterpiece on their birthday, I kept it basic. It was one of those days that nothing was more enticing than a classic PB&J sandwich. There is a proper way to construct this childhood favorite, requiring two parts jelly to one part peanut butter, to ensure that one's mouth does not get overwhelmed nor allow the peanut butter to take center stage. Unfortunately this sandwich was not my finest work.
I went down to the dining hall to overcome this craving. After pondering the six bread options before me, I decided on potato bread, which could be classified as a sophisticated version of white bread. Next I introduced this bread its new companion, creamy peanut butter. Everything up to this point seemed flawless, nothing could go wrong. This next part I should've seen as a sign. Someone had obviously spread their grape jelly on the same side as their  peanut butter, and then continued to exhibit their incompetence by contaminating the rest of the jelly. I was a bit irritated at the time however, they had utilized the same ingredients that I desired on my sandwich so I decided it wasn't a big deal.
Nonetheless, though all of these specifications were followed, as I went to pick up my sandwich and eat, it all quickly fell to pieces. Somehow, the bread was not strong enough to support the jelly that was housed between the two pieces of bread and one piece began to separate from the other. I suppose it could be seen as a blessing that I was eating by myself because I was between classes so nobody else was there to witness this catastrophe. The whole situation was a bit disheartening and resulted in a glob of jelly left of the plate showing my defeat.