Fud
I was standing in line at the Subway the other day when I heard someone ask for 3 things I had never heard asked for in a Subway before: Mushrooms, Green Onions, and Ketchup. Poor fellow was in for a disappointment, they didn’t have all three. Now I’m very pleased at them not having the first two and was somewhat surprised at the third. The fellow ordering though was quite surprised at the revelation - in fact he looked as if he wanted to flee the scene.
That day, however, was not today. Today when I finally snuck away for lunch I discovered a massive line-up at the Subway. Already on borrowed time, I had already been called once since stepping out less than 5 minutes prior, I decided to go to my reluctant backup, BK. There was no line and my food came quickly, depressing music was playing a little too loudly as I ate and the place filled with no one under 50. Mostly men sitting by themselves reading a paper or an old couple taking 5 minutes to figure out where they wanted to sit.
I opened my burger and it tasted like McDonald’s. My turnover burnt the side of my mouth when it burst open. The pop was near flat.
They say change is good, and I was almost looking forward to having something different for lunch but you know what? Change can take it in the ear. If I want something different I can wait for my Boardroom, Country Kitchen, Hunky Bills, Rib-B-Q, etc.
I just pray that I’m on the list again this year. They’ve already broken the news that I’m not to have a radio and I’m only working what seems like 40 hour weeks at a cursory glance. Despite how busy and needed I am these days it makes me feel less important somehow. Not in that ego sense but rather like I’m not going to be contributing my fair share or something.
Weird.
I’m sure it’ll pass.
Once I get my free food that is.
