So a few weeks ago we were under a severely tight deadline at work, which meant I had been skipping a lot of meals to do me some quality time with the wacom. So I was starving pretty much.
I wanted to get it at a special downtown cafe.
This cafe is totally fancy.
They have oil paintings hanging on the walls.
They have those fancy tinkly wossnames hanging from the ceiling.
They have those fancy swirly wossnames across the floor. (rugs?)
Ok, in this drawing it looks ghetto. But trust me...this place is fancy.
Best of all, they have the World's Best Turkey Sandwich. It's seriously amazing. It's so juicy you could eat it with a straw.
Here's that picture again to convince you. (The sandwich is in color in real life.)
You know in that wardrobe movie how the kid eats Turkish delight and then craves it forever? That's this sandwich. I had it once and I'll never go back.
Anyway even though the deadline was pretty tight I managed to slip away...
...and found this...
And his wife was like,
And the guy was like,
A quick rundown of the layout at this place:
When it was my turn at last, I ordered at (1).
The old guy was like,
I stared in horror as my sandwich was massacred before my eyes.
Mayonnaise! Mayonnaise!! Why??
And I was like, NO! STOP! That's my sandwich!! You're supposed to eat the oatmeal salad! That's MY sandwich!!
But I couldn't. I just...stood there.
Here's a shot of me just standing there from the back.
And then the old dude just sat there for a moment blinking at the sandwich.
So I was just like:
"I'm not hungry!"
...and then I fled.
and then I cried in the bathroom.
...but the bathroom had sofas and a television, so, okay.
I worked for the rest of the deadline on an empty tummy. I don't remember if we made the deadline or not...that's just how traumatizing it all was.