So, I gave up fast food for 2013. I know. I’m crazy. But with the exception of a random chicken sandwich here and there, I’ve been doing pretty well at avoiding it.
DEATH TO ALL FAST FOOD.
Not really. If you eat fast food, it’s okay, because normally it’s another block of the food pyramid for me. Mmmm, french fries.
But with this taboo on all things fried and delicious, I’ve been finding my way to other places to eat when I go out. Panera. Sami’s Gyros. Subway. The list isn’t that long for places where I can get a quick bite and not go crazy on the moneys. Which means not only am I eating better, but I’m eating out less and therefore spending less.
It’s like this New Year’s Resolution crap is bettering me as a human being. WTF?!
Anyway. I head out to Subway yesterday, because it is one of the few places left on my “acceptable” list.
I ate there a week or two earlier, ordered a foot long, ate it in fifteen minutes or less, and ran out. The guy behind the counter gave me a slow clap for my eating skills. But I was running late and had places to be and not enough time to properly chew and swallow my food. Life goes on.
So, I walk into Subway yesterday, and get into the line. It’s long. The restaurant is full. I have a few nurses in front of me, and some construction looking men behind me. The line trundles forward. I finally get to the counter and start placing my order. The guy making my sub looks at me.
“Hey, it’s you!” he says.
“I’m back,” I smile.
“This girl,” he starts doing this pointing thing. He’s pointing at me. It’s very blatant. He’s very loud. And everyone is looking.
“This girl can scarf a footlong.” He’s still pointing at me. I’m probably six shades of purple. The people on either side of me are looking and chuckling. The kid behind the counter starts that clap again.
P.S. How are you doing on your resolutions? Please share lots of embarrassing moments to raise my self esteem. Comment, or hunt me down on the twitter. I’m the one with the paper bag on my head.