It’s official. Joan, the best sandwich artist ever, doesn’t work at Subway anymore. She’s down at Cracker Barrel. She was the main reason Gunner and I would go to Subway every Tuesday. She knew us. She knew what we wanted and she was good at what she did. Maybe if I’m down at Cracker Barrel I’ll have to see if she’s around to say hi. These other people they have making sandwiches just don’t work the bread and toppings like a pro.
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Last time I went to Subway I tried Gunner’s suggestion of putting some spicy brown mustard on my chicken bacon ranch. It sounded a little weird, but I was totally up for it. Let me assure you it tastes amazingly good.
We’ve been a little bummed though because the regular subway lady hasn’t been there. We were thinking today that maybe her shift ends at 1:00. We used to always go in the 11-12 hour, but now we don’t head over until 1. When other people make our sandwiches it just isn’t the same.
That’s right folks. Neville returned from China. No more teaching English and film…at least for a little while. Neville’s on his way back to Fuller, but found some time to stop by and say hi to us on Sunday. I even got him to be on Episode 9 of my podcast and it turned out to be really good. I’m not done editing, but hopefully I’ll have it done and ready to go soon.
I’ve seen probably 4 or 5 movies I need to write reviews for as well as typing something up about I’m a Lebowski, You’re a Lebowski. Work has been kinda crazy after coming back from vacation. Hopefully some of that will taper off too.
Oh, and today also happens to be Tuesday which means SUBWAY day. Gunner and I will be picking up where we left off in May. I haven’t had a Chicken Bacon Ranch in quite some time.
Today at my weekly Subway lunch something awesome happened. The most-amazing-Subway-lady-ever remembered the bread I like and what I wanted without having to ask me first. Have I finally become a “regular” again somewhere? I guess time will tell on this one.
Every Tuesday Gunner and I try to get lunch together. Usually we go to Subway cause they have any footlong of your choice for $3.99. It’s a pretty stellar deal. Well, I felt the need to announce that Gunner is all growned up. He finally got jalapeños on his sandwich. My hat goes off to you buddy. Keep up the good work.
As you may have read before, I’m a lover of Subway. I’m not too hip on Jared, Subway’s wannabe pop idol, but I do love their sandwiches. In fact, I just love sandwiches in general. When I was in highschool I went through a whole loaf of bread in a day sometimes. Anyways, when I go to Subway I like like to load my sandwiches up. They ask what I want on there and I say, “everything”. They then start to ask follow-up questions like, “spinach?” or “do you want peppers?” or “olives?” I thought everything meant everything. Did Webster change his mind? If so, I didn’t hear about it. Other quotes I always hear are
“Wow, that’s a big sandwich” - Today I said, “Yeah, that makes it taste better.”
“Are you sure you can eat all that?” - “Yeah, I think so.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit _____ on here” - What I always want to say is, “Well maybe if you didn’t pile 4 handfuls of lettuce on there we wouldn’t be having this problem.”
“My you’re a big eater” - No comment
“So do you eat half of this and save the rest for later?” - “Actually, I eat the whole thing.”
I just ate another 12″ of delectable sandwich. That’s twice in one week. I feel like a drug addict who has just slipped back into their old ways of shooting up heroin. Let’s hope I have the self-will to not let this get out of hand.
They kept saying on the radio today was one of the busiest travel days of the year. They also kept saying how crazy the weather was. I left my apartment at about 9:00am and should have arrived at my mom’s house at like 2pm (1pm Iowa time). It’s now a little after midnight and I got here not all that long ago. So basically my 5hr trip got turned into 14. That’s definitely a record for me. I’d have to say the worst part is I’m always by myself on these kinds of trips so things tend to get a bit boring.
The bad:
It wasn’t so bad starting out. It was raining a lot and there weren’t too many slow people on interstate. Then for kicks I decided to take IN38 to IN32 to I-74 instead of taking I-69 to I-465 to I-74. Then I got stuck behind semis going through little towns and stuff. Finally got to interstate and was actually able to drive the speed limit. So thing were going well. Then it started getting cold and everything was freezing and it started snowing…..hard. Then my car overheated out of nowhere. So I pull over to find my reservoir empty. There were no visible leaks so I filled the reservoir and turned my car back on. Thankfully all the anti-freeze got sucked out of my reservoir so i then filled it back up. That means the thermostat was working. However, the car was still way too hot just idling. So I go into the gas station and inquire about somewhere to get it looked at. Find a place and go to leave. Now my car doesn’t want to start, it’s obviously burning coolant and my heat doesn’t work anymore. Now these kind of things point to other things. Things like there’s a coolant leak internally and it has something to do with the exhaust. I was a little worried at first cause I thought it could be the head gasket which really didn’t make much sense on my car. So I finally get it over to this repair place and they find out it’s a plastic half of a manifold that had worn out and cracked. This apparently is a known problem with GM cars. So the part costs $260 some bucks and with labor and fluids they quote me almost $500. So they finally get that done and I’m a mere 150 miles or so from my mom’s house. Now 7 very frustrating hours later, I’m home.
The good:
- I ended up working extra hours last week and coming in for 7hrs on Saturday so I didn’t have to work today and got to leave a day early.
- I got a good night’s rest and wasn’t falling asleep while driving (ask me about nodding off at the wheel sometime if you don’t know that story)
- None of those crazy people on the road hit me
- The one time my back end kicked out there was nobody next to me and I regained control immediately with my race car driving skills
- My car broke down on me right when it started snowing - this is when most of the crazy accidents ocurieron - so I wasn’t on the road for the worst of it
- The people at the car place stopped what they were doing to fix my car for me and were very nice and friendly
- The fixed it for less then they quoted me
- The receptionist saw my Iron Maiden patch and talked to me for an hour about Maiden, Godsmack, Rammstein, Kiss, etc - turns out she’s from Germany and has been living here for 15yrs
- I made it home quite safely even though I’m tired and was a little annoyed with the world
The ugly:
- That one guy I saw at the Subway I stopped at
Ok, so once again I have compared my life to a movie. Overall I’d say I have a lot to be thankful for just from today besides the rest of the year.
It’s always funny watching people get caught trying to buy thing for minors. Saturday night as Lofton and I are on our way to the theater we got to witness a little scene at the gas station with the Subway here in Upland. A girl walks in and tries to buy some w/o an ID. She looked 14ish so of course they tell her no. So she goes outside all worked up and the lady she was riding with goes in. The lady tries to buy some and they say no cause they know she’s with the girl. This lady comes unglued and starts screaming, yelling, threatening, cussing, using sign language, you name it. She gets weary of her spectacle then comes outside where I am now standing and TLoft is inside. She tells the girl what happened then becomes convinced they’re talking about her inside. So she runs back in for a few more ‘f-you’s’ and what not. TLoft said after the lady was informed the cops had been called she said she was gonna press charges for the clerk laughing. TLoft then said you can’t do that so he got an ‘f-you’ as well. It was definitely a good intro to Team America: World Police.
Today I went back to the doctor and she decided to have me do some physical therapy, or ‘torture’ as the receptionist apparently likes to call it. Hopefully they don’t put me on a rack or nothin. One funny thing was I told her I’ve been continuing to lift and she wanted to know how much I lift. So I asked her in what and she keeps repeating how much weight. So I told her how much I was benching last week and she flipped out about how it was too much even though I tried to tell her that was taking it easy. Hopefully I’ll find out something to do with this physical therapy stuff. Hopefully it’s not just the stuff I’ve been doing since I originally hurt them that they told me to do in high school. She also told me I should have just layed off of doing pretty much everything for the past few weeks. That sounds good, but is kinda not possible too. Another point to bring up is I’ve been dealing with this for like 6 years and when I do absolutely nothing they just get worse usually.
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