Jammin'

I had a friend, Bob, that would bring a sandwich to work every day. Bob did not talk a lot. He ate his sandwiches with gusto. It was the first thing he would take from his old tin lunch bucket. Usually it would take only a half dozen bites and it was gone.
One day we were talking about the lunch that each of us had. I had chicken salad and others said what they had for lunch. Bob said he had a jam sandwich. I was almost certain that it had looked like a slice of bologna. (Why do we say "bow low knee" when it is spelled "bow log nah"?) I didn't think much of it until a few days later we were talking about favorite food. You see, I had noticed what Bob spilled down his front. Sure as the world, it was tuna. When his turn came, he said he had jam sandwich. Since I knew better, I said "I am sure you had tunafish in that sandwich". Bob replied "when you jam tunafish between two slices of bread, doesn't that make it a jam sandwich?
Who can argue with that logic?
Kayak Bandit '(*!*)'