I have become the shrieking pregnant woman over food.
Tonight, the Subway sandwich artist, working at the speed of Da Vinci on the Sistine Chapel, forced me to shriek "You have no black olives in THE ENTIRE STORE?"
Imagine a crescendo and increase in pitch as you get closer to the end of that sentence.
yeah.
I ate a footlong about an hour ago, and I really think I could eat another one. But I'd have to drive further to GET MY BLACK OLIVES.
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