No Food for You! NEXT!
I’M STARVING.
I went out for lunch, as per usual, and decided to go to the downtown Subway. As soon as I turned around the corner, after getting off the train, I spot police tape everywhere. Up and down the block, zigging and zagging through the streets – police tape, police men and women, police vehicles, all had taken over. And all I could think of was “must make it to Subway.”
I managed to make my way through the large crowd of people, slither under a row of tape and step into the point of destination. I had waited in line for about 10 minutes (yeah, it gets busy during the lunch rush) when I noticed the police folk directing people away from the tape. And that’s when it happened.
A policewoman stepped into Subway and grabbed our attention: “I know you’re all here to grab some lunch before heading back to work, but I’m going to have to ask all of you to please leave and head down the street. We have found a suspicious package and if it is a bomb we don’t want to see any of you injured.
CRAP. SHIT. MUTHAEFFIN’. NOOOOOOOO. FOOOOOOD.
As I started to walk away from my intended point of destination, I realized that I would not have enough time to hit another restaurant and decided that I would head towards the train station.
Now I’m stuck with a dinky bag of chips for lunch. REGULAR flavour nonetheless. Ugh.
***To the idiot that left said mystery package downtown: I hope you starve.
I went out for lunch, as per usual, and decided to go to the downtown Subway. As soon as I turned around the corner, after getting off the train, I spot police tape everywhere. Up and down the block, zigging and zagging through the streets – police tape, police men and women, police vehicles, all had taken over. And all I could think of was “must make it to Subway.”
I managed to make my way through the large crowd of people, slither under a row of tape and step into the point of destination. I had waited in line for about 10 minutes (yeah, it gets busy during the lunch rush) when I noticed the police folk directing people away from the tape. And that’s when it happened.
A policewoman stepped into Subway and grabbed our attention: “I know you’re all here to grab some lunch before heading back to work, but I’m going to have to ask all of you to please leave and head down the street. We have found a suspicious package and if it is a bomb we don’t want to see any of you injured.
CRAP. SHIT. MUTHAEFFIN’. NOOOOOOOO. FOOOOOOD.
As I started to walk away from my intended point of destination, I realized that I would not have enough time to hit another restaurant and decided that I would head towards the train station.
Now I’m stuck with a dinky bag of chips for lunch. REGULAR flavour nonetheless. Ugh.
***To the idiot that left said mystery package downtown: I hope you starve.
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posted by AJ at
1:24 p.m.
2 Comments:
Chips for lunch...I feel for you AJ. That just doesn't cut it. Bomb-leaving jerks deserve to die.
It did not cut it. My gut kept making these embarrasing, rumbling noises... The stomach was not impressed with me and I don't blame it.
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