Wednesday, Aug. 24, 2005 - 1:59 p.m.
I swear I am going to stop eating at Subw@y. It is bad enough that I have to work in the ghetto, but I swear on all that is holy that crazy people flock to my local sandwhichary when they see me coming. I was forced to be a part of this conversation today:
Strange Guy: Tell me three things you love about the C@rne Asad@ sandwich.
Me: Nothing, nothing and nothing.
SG: What don't you like spicy things. We latin men are SPICY SPICY, so take small bites.
Sandwich worker: She only eats veggie sandwhiches, don't be a bother! (Yes, they know me at Subw@y).
SG: Well, then split the meat sandwich with me and you won't be hungry later. Unless you want to be hungry later, then you can share spices with me.
I am ignoring this man. No eye contact, nothing.
SG: Spicy protein man--that is me. If you come here all the time I will see you tomorrow.
I mean please. Is this what my life has sunk to? Nine years of college to have to deal with this crap on my lunch hour??????
TTFN
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