MRS TWC brought me a Subway sandwich for lunch this afternoon that had to be, hands down, the worst sandwich I've ever had in my life. It was even bad by Subway standards, which are slightly below that of 1950's elementary school cafeteria fare. You'd think with Quiznos breathing down their neck Subway would get the picture.
Burnt stale bread crumbling in my hands, beef that snapped my lip like an errant rubber band from The Number One Son's rubber band pistola, mushy rotting food processor lettuce, Chipotle sauce pooled on one end, dry on the other. Yeah, Blackie was happy with some of it, but even she left most behind. It's a rare day when neither of us can finish a meal.
Yet Lisa told me there was a line out the door waiting for this hog slop. Guess most people are less picky than TWC.
I'm pretty fargin' sure that Jared lost 245 pounds simply because Subway food is inedible.