Miss J rarely has Subway sandwich. The other day, on a whim, she decided to try one.
Standing behind a lady, who ordered a 6-inch Meatball Marinara, Miss J watched in fascination as the latter expertly made her selections. First she asked for the Parmesan bread, then she proceeded to choose the vegetables – onion, bell peppers, olives…, followed by the condiments and finally the dressing. All the while Miss J stared at the lady as if she was performing a magical show and Miss J trying to figure out the trick.
The lady could feel the intensity of Miss J’s eyes on her and she turned to return her look. Miss J realized she must have appeared strange and quickly explained that she was a Subway newbie; the lady smiled and proceeded to explain the intricacies of the ordering process. Upon getting enlightened, Miss J followed suit with her order, feeling confident.
Holding the full six-inch in her hand, it was Miss J’s first attempt. As she worked on it, the sliced onion and lettuce started falling out, the breadcrumbs were flying all over the place, she had egg mayonnaise painting her cheeks, and dressing dripping down her chin. It was messy, it was sloppy.
Miss J concluded … she cannot handle a six inch subway.
Late that night, it was time for bed. Miss J had to brush her teeth first, after all she’s a believer in the saying ‘Cleanliness is next to Godliness’. As she was about to rinse her mouth, she spotted something … Ito caused her stomach to twist, her throat to choke and her mind went blank.
Miss J keeps an old toothbrush for scrubbing the crevices of the bathroom with detergent, and it’s placed close to her regular toothbrush. She has always made sure she uses the correct one. But that night, it wasn’t her night, or maybe it was just too much excitement in the day.