Subway, Eat Fresh

It started at 11:00.  The bar offered free beer for an hour before the Packer game.  I had my fair share.  I mean, free beer.  Free beer.

Fast forward four, five, or six hours.  No, wait, I don't remember those.  But the Packers won!

Monday, I got the text.  "You owe me dinner!"  My friend said we stopped at Subway.  I ordered my sub and walked out leaving him to pay.  I ate the whole footlong on the one mile trip home.  "I've never seen anyone eat so fast!"

I have no recollection of this.  It could have happened, or my friend might just be trying to get $5 off me.  Either scenario is viable.

But if true, I think that's a pretty darn good indicator that one drinks too much.