On Fridays the cafeteria at my work is closed. I love the cafeteria. I usually eat breakfast, First Lunch, and Second Lunch there every day. (Second Lunch is at 1:30 and the cafeteria lady usually loads up my plate verses throwing the food away.) But yesterday, being a Friday, it was closed. So I walked over to Subway. They're having a special before 9:00 am, buy one get one free. I ordered the bacon, egg and cheese on flat bread. Two six inch sandwiches came to $3.98. I gave the guy a $20. He gave me $16 back.
"Thank you, have a good day."
I looked at him for a second, blew it off and walked out the door. Halfway out the door I heard him open the register and put my $.02 in the tip jar.
Who does that?
I still made out on the deal as I got paid for sitting on the shitter for 30 minutes that afternoon. I was going to walk to city hall but only made it to the first floor when I realized "Subway" wanted out, like right then and there. Those jalapenoes burn the second time through.
In other news, I used to be 220/230. 220 lbs before drinking, 230 lbs after. I know I've been pretty religous with the weights lately, and my pants still fit like usual, but Friday, after steaks and veggies and beer, I topped out at 240. I thought it might have been a fluke but I confirmed it this morning with a weigh in at 230. I hope to be back to 240 by 3:00 today, if you know what I'm saying.