sans sub
June 2, 2004
the saddest story you ever did hear:
i stood in line for the 20 minutes it took to get my sub sandwich (hitting that place at lunchtime is always harsh).
i drove home.
i put the sub in the fridge.
i caught the shower i missed this morning.
i let the dog relieve herself in the comfort of our jungle yard.
i bothered my neighbor to open the building door that i had locked shut on my way out.
i tucked the dog in her kennel.
i grabbed my purse and the spare key to the car.
i locked the apartment door behind me just as i realized my set of keys were on the couch instead of in my purse.
i used the spare key (hurrah!) to unlock the car just as i realized my sandwich was still in the fridge.
i cursed.
i drove back to work and ate two frozen corn dawgs.
4 Comments
the very essence of bitter
That's what you get for eating fresh corn on the cob and buttermilk buiscuits instead of a complete meal - obviously wasn't enough fuel for the brain. :)
good call, good call.
if you were going to buy a lunch and not eat it you should've gone for KFC! =-)