It was a hard week. Between two jobs I had an almost a 60 hour work week (almost unheard of for servers in the restaurant industry). I was tired. Earlier that day, I had gone to Publix here in Atlanta and gotten a submarine sandwich. I love those. Anyone who knows me knows that I eat those things like 4 times a week. Even the people at the deli counter know me. My sub was perfect, it was spicy and rich and I loved it. This is the story of its loss.
I come home late at night after a long day. I walk up to my fridge; practically skipping at the thought" And it's gone. I frantically searched through my fridge but there's no sign. With trepidation I look to the trash can and there the wrapper is. In plain sight. I picked it up and held it like a loved one and wept. REVENGE NOW.