Yes, it’s a cool Halloween night. Which means it’s time to consider a brand of sandwich that I haven’t tried to consume in the past 16 years or so. That’s right, the dreaded Subway sandwich. Mild trigger warnings if you’re not a fan of that ol’ vomiting thing.
So, the Subway. The humble, sugary, heart-healthy Subway. Not a vicious demon, you might think, but this fiend proved to be just that for your aggrieved narrator. It looked nice on the outside, but it did my humble tiny body no good on the inside. I was in hospital at the time undergoing a round of chemotherapy, so a big load of food probably wasn’t the wisest idea. I did feel hungry at the time of ordering. And yes, the hospital had an ordering kind of system where you could order stuff like takeaways. Cool. It was the children’s cancer ward, so that was a nice touch. I think if memory serves, however, this particular sub was bought nearby by a family member. It was bought with love.
But the resulting effect was nothing more than hate. Hate and horror. I got down a few mouthfuls and…quite liked it? I think so, if memory serves. But my chemotherapy-ridden immune system? Nah. None of that shite. Get out. Straight out. Yeet yourself right over that floor. Wonderful stuff. Wonderful, sludgy stuff.
And thus ends this short, horrifying tale of woe. And here’s some distressed, vaguely vomiting-like emojis below (I did a rhyme). You’re welcome.
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