can a girl get a sammich??

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare!
And so, the poor dog had none.

I haven’t gone grocery shopping in awhile. I kind of need to, lol. Lets see… this week alone I ran out of chicken nuggets, cheese, eggs, spaghetti sauce, tea bags, apple juice, potatoes (actually they went bad, oops), milk, easy mac, and pork chops. What remains is some canned food, leftover chinese, and hot dogs. And today was Easter Sunday. I’m not even certain if the grocery store was open, but even if it had been, it closes at 5pm on Sundays, and I was up on campus until 6ish. I’ll go shopping tomorrow, but I digress…

So since I had nothing to eat really, I was craving a Subway sandwich. Its right up the street, so I walked to Subway only to discover *le gasp!* they were closed! Oh right. Easter. Pish tosh, don’t these people know that doesn’t mean anything on a campus that’s 80% Asian and/or Middle Eastern/Indian and/or Jewish? (well actually, conveniently, Passover happened to fall over Easter this year, so they wouldn’t be eating Subway anyway, but that’s beside the point!)

So I turned my sights across the street to UniMini (University Mini Mart–open 24/7, and staffed by Indian guys, of course) which has a deli, which is, by the way, actually quite good. I go in, and of course, as per usual, it’s crowded. I get in line, and wait. And wait. And wait. Finally! I put in my order for a 10 inch Italian hoagie with provolone cheese, lettuce and onion. I get a drink. The attendant asks me questions. I answer, in the following order; 10 inch, I say. Italian. No mayo. Provolone. No oil and vinegar. Provolone. 10 inch. Provolone. Lettuce and onion. Yes.

He hands me a 7 inch sub. I hand it back. I say, I ordered 10 inch. He apologizes. I pay for the sandwich and the drink while I’m waiting. He hands me a 10 inch. I thank him and leave. I get home, get out the jar of mayo (I’m picky about my mayo) and sit down with my sandwich. I open it up, split the two pieces in two, and look. THERE WAS NO. FUCKING. CHEESE!!!!!!! I was so pissed off I wanted to cry. Furthermore, because during the week I’d also run out of american cheese, I couldn’t even make a decent substituion (the fact that I actually wanted provolone aside..). All I had in my fridge was some grated parmesan, a block of sharp cheddar, and shredded mozzarella (yes, I like cheese).

After griping about it to just a couple of people, I decided to make the best of a bad situation… I cranked up the oven, spread some mayo, sprinkled the mozzarella, and turned it into a grinder… Not bad but… not the same…

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