So, today was the ultimate lazy day on Quaker Lane. I woke up at 10am, only to transfer onto the couch and watch television. I ran some errands and, obviously, bee-lined for the couch immediately afterwards. It wasn't until 4:30pm that I realized I hadn't eaten so I had some almonds and cantaloupe and went back to watching the Oprah: Season 25 Behind the Scenes (or whatever it's called) marathon. Don't ask.
My laziness was starting to annoy me so I got my "Me Gusta Guster" t-shirt and grey sweatpants on, threw on my kicks and went to the gym. (Sidenote: I had completed my warm up on the eliptical, my whole body workout and 15 minutes on the treadmill before a dryer sheet fell out of my pant leg.)
On the way home, I stopped at Subway. I have NO food in the house and Subway's better than Taco Bell, right? There were two ladies in front of me with a list, which consisted of at least 4 sandwiches and 5 cookies, so it took a while for them to be done with their order. They had to check it twice like Santa and confirm with the poor girl behind the counter that the points from this purchase went onto their frequent buyer card. This gave the other poor soul behind the counter time to make my 6-inch Subway Club sandwich (toasted with American cheese, lite mayo, lettuce & tomato on Italiam Herbs & Cheese bread).
As the two women collected their purchase, the older of the two STOLE MY SANDWICH. I said, "Ma'am, that's my sandwich...Excuse me, ma'am". I stand firm that she was seconds from making a run out the door with my tasty meal.
It took the cashier saying, "Ma'am..." in a non-Subway-training-video tone for her to turn around and return my bag, apologizing the whole way. "Oh my goodness, I thought this bag was ours too!"
At what age do we stop caring what society thinks of us and just start looting? Looks like 54 is it!
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