Monday, January 10, 2011
Author: Mrsblogalot | | at 10:23 AM |
...My new religion.
I found it on a lunch trip at Subway.
"What would you like on that turkey sandwich?" the poor unsuspecting Subway Sandwich Artist asks the lady in front of me.
"Excuse me?" she asks
"let-TUCE?" she confirms and spits a little, insulted on behalf of words everywhere.
"Yeah, that's what I said. Sorry about my southern accent"
Insert insult to injury redneck face here.
Oh stop it, just pick one.
It wasn't until she asked for a side of chomato that I started looking around for the cameras.
Now I can't tell you what part of the outraged South she was from, nor can I tell you the last time I tucked in a shirt but I would bet my last shacon, lettish and chomato sandwich that there is no picture plaque of her hanging on any Town Hall wall.
And you know I'm going back tomorrow and every day- same time exactly- to see if she comes in again.
I'm dying of churiosity about my new religion!
A'comon! wouldn't you be? (-: