The Subway Swindler
Leave it to Picayune to give me blog fodder. I was at Subway today and it took an unusually long time to get my sandwich. This redneck was trying to optimize the amount of sandwich he could get for 13 dollars. His order: Meatball Mari…mar…marya—Marina… [sic] and a Seafood Sub. Unfortunately for him, the Seafood Sub was not eligible for the 5-dollar-footlong promotion. When informed of this, he flipped the list of sandwiches over, to see if it was secretly written on the back or something. The latter of his sandwich choices would put him around 7 or 8 dollars… which was cutting it close on his 13 dollar budget. So here’s the kicker. This dude goes, “Can you help out a man with a wife with cancer?” Give me a fuckin break.
Now Hiring: Secretary, Intern and/or Stenographer
I think my life would be a lot easier if I had a secretary. Just a while ago, I got an unknown phone call. I almost missed it, as I noticed the number was coming from Starkville. It turns out that the call was from the art office, informing me that I would be able to register for classes this fall. Now if I had a secretary, this near-miss could’ve been avoided altogether. Also he/she could record my finances, take dictation, and remind me of appointments. On second thought, maybe what I need is an iPhone or an answering machine.
… really pushing for new updates. Sorry guys.
Summer of Discontent
I’m sitting alone at my apartment, searching for financing software while I watch Dirty Jobs on Discovery Channel. It’s summer… and I think this is probably the last chance I’ll get to do something fun.
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