Grr.
So tomorrow I'm turning 21. Neat.
Now about what the grr. refers to. Like 3 weeks ago, I went back up to Troy with Eric for the weekend. We went to the Quiznos. I got a chicken sandwich, and bit into a bone. Unusual. I nicely told the girls working there, they were nice about it. Today, I get Subway. Which all of you know I hate. I won't eat ANYTHING from Subway besides the meatballs and chicken because I worked there and that's all I trust. I get chicken, I go back to the office, I bite into a bone. Gross. I try to call the place, and apparently the 2 people working there just DON'T speak English. Neat. So I give up, but I'm seriously never eating at a quick-service sandwich place ever again. Except for Blimpies. I haven't seen one in a while, but I love Blimpies.
The end. :)
Now about what the grr. refers to. Like 3 weeks ago, I went back up to Troy with Eric for the weekend. We went to the Quiznos. I got a chicken sandwich, and bit into a bone. Unusual. I nicely told the girls working there, they were nice about it. Today, I get Subway. Which all of you know I hate. I won't eat ANYTHING from Subway besides the meatballs and chicken because I worked there and that's all I trust. I get chicken, I go back to the office, I bite into a bone. Gross. I try to call the place, and apparently the 2 people working there just DON'T speak English. Neat. So I give up, but I'm seriously never eating at a quick-service sandwich place ever again. Except for Blimpies. I haven't seen one in a while, but I love Blimpies.
The end. :)