I’m a man who truly prizes his lunch hour. All I ever want, is to read some of my book, eat a sandwich, relax, unwind, etc.
Yet more and more often, I find preposterous people forcing their way into my lunch hour, trying to drive me insane. And it’s working. Today marks the most egregious occurrence..
I’m sitting at subway eating a fine meal, when I’m bothered by two women, one of whom says ‘excuse me, hi, me and my friend only have 5 dollars, and we had to split one sandwich. Can you give us 5 dollars for another one?’
Seriously?! Not even like, one. But five dollars? Broad, if I was rolling in the dough like that, would I be eating at fucking subway? And what’s wrong with splitting a fucking footlong sandwich? Am I supposed to feel bad for you? And they persisted. ‘Where do you work? Why don’t you have the money?’ What? I was waiting for someone to come up behind me with a gun. This had to be some sort of scheme.
No, apparently it was just two morons.
