I've just noticed a problem lately...
I order my sandwich and stuff and everything is just peachy and I'm almost done ordering and then I'm like...
And the worker is like...
And then in the blink of an eye, there is SO much FRIGGIN mustard on my sandwich. Its like the mustard monster had a baby on it...
And I'm thinking to myself, "Did I not just say a little bit?"
(And I look up to the first picture, indeed I did say that)
And the worker just smiles at me as I take the sandwich and sit down at a table, where I can feel his eyes watching me, HOPING with all his little heart that I enjoy his sandwich.
So I get all guilty and I'm like...
But I can't get mad. I feel like he tried so hard to make a sandwich that I would enjoy. Its like a child making some horrible blob of food for their parent but the parent eats it anyway to make the kid feel good.
But you know what? I feel good for being so nice...
