Let me say this loud and clear, I Love Subway. Love it. And I don't care what anyone thinks about that. Like we're having a team lunch at work today and I suggested we order a platter of subs from Subway and people looked at me like I had 3 heads...Like it was unheard of to mow down on delicious, fresh, handcrafted subs at team meeting. God forbid we go away from the old standby of Pizza...Yea, hey guys lets all throw down 3 slices of pie and feel bloated and gassy in a conference room together. Sounds like a fucking blast.
No, I want my Subway. Like, I've told people where I'm going before and asked if they wanted anything and been looked at like I'm homeless, or maybe that I'm secretly Jared, post weightloss. Well jokes on them when I get back to my desk and am pounding that beautiful delight above. Everyone's like "hey I thought you were going to subway," and I'm like, "Boom, Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki...Jealous Much."
PS: I'd never give away my sandwich...NEVER.