Timsup2nothin
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So I'm at the Subway (I know, better sandwich chains available to everyone in the free world but me) getting a sandwich. In front of me in the line is a mom and kid; I'm guessing seven or eight. Mom lets the kid tell the sandwich maker what he wants for himself.
Things progress pretty normal until the end. Keep in mind that Subway has mustard, brown mustard, and honey mustard; mayo and ranch; sweet onion teriyaki sauce...I'm leaving out at least a full handful here...
And the kid gets them ALL. He's up on his toes, peering through the glass, reading them off one after another; and the sandwich maker is dutifully splooging them onto the sandwich, which has pretty much disappeared.
Part of me is saying "never knock what you haven't tried," but honestly I just can't bring myself to consider it.
Things progress pretty normal until the end. Keep in mind that Subway has mustard, brown mustard, and honey mustard; mayo and ranch; sweet onion teriyaki sauce...I'm leaving out at least a full handful here...
And the kid gets them ALL. He's up on his toes, peering through the glass, reading them off one after another; and the sandwich maker is dutifully splooging them onto the sandwich, which has pretty much disappeared.
Part of me is saying "never knock what you haven't tried," but honestly I just can't bring myself to consider it.