Okay, many of you may know that I have a ridiculous phobia of condiments. So much so that when I'm around them my heart races, my blood pressure goes up and I freak out. I don't understand it either, it just happens.
So, I was at Subway this weekend and I got a $5 footlong. When my sandwich neared the end of the line, I asked the girl not to cut it in half. This is because that filthy knife is loaded with every condiment from every sandwich that came before mine, not to mention is likely laden with bacteria. I just don't want it slicing through my sandwich...have you noticed how clean that knife comes out of your sandwich? Anyway, I literally had just asked the girl not to cut my footlong with it and she acknowledged my request and not 5 seconds later sliced through my sandwich with a vengence. Not kidding. She explained that it is just a habit and proceeded to wrap up my footlong. My heart was racing and I started to feel dizzy (I realize these are not normal responses to this situation).
I skipped some embarrassing details here...
After a new sandwich was made for me (yes, I'm this out of control), I made my way back to work; heart racing, hands sweaty and head dizzy. I unwrapped and inspected my sandwich, ripped it in half (works just as well as the knife) and had a good lunch.
I didn't think this story was blog-worthy, but a coworker told me that my crazy is funny enough to post. Hope you enjoyed!
freak!
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