Friday rolls around and by mid afternoon I am feeling rather squirrelly. It is getting harder to focus on working and I am starting to think about whether I am going to grab a friend and go to the movies.
The new Star Trek is out and I am dying to see it. Make a couple of calls to see if I can find someone to join me watch Kirk and Spock save the universe from the evil manipulations of some villain who probably hails from cleveland but no one is available.
I can go by myself if I want. Got a theater out here that serves drinks and dinner at your seat but I decide that I am just not up for the flick. It is not because I have to go by myself but because I am tired, or as the docs would say, “Freaking Tired.”
This Troubles Me
This troubles me, this being tired thing. I am too damn young to be this tired on a Friday night.
Twenty years ago I would have walked or maybe sashayed out the office door and prepared to go out with the boys. We would have gone bar hopping, shot some pool, talked to girls and told ridiculous stories about work and conquests.
I might have walked up to a couple of the women and told them some over the top and completely ridiculous story and then called the boys over to support me. And like the good friends they are they would have said I was lying about whatever it was and we would have laughed at ourselves and had fun.
And more than likely at some point I would have carried one of them up the stairs and dropped them on the floor cursing them for being too drunk to walk. Ah yes, the fine memories of a youthful indiscretions is never far from memory.
Nor are the thoughts about the mighty feats we did as well as hundreds of stories, some of them might even be true.
Lunch Time Distractions
Can’t decide what I want to eat today and then I remember that my pal Jared needs my help. So I do a little jig down the stairs and slide into my car. Sadly it is not the Starship Enterprise so I can’t tell Mr. Sulu or Checkov to take us to Subway.
Nor can I rely upon the computer to do it so I sigh loudly and dream of a day when I am so damn wealthy people refer to me as the idle rich. Well day dreaming about it isn’t helping and since my Jedi driving license was revoked I am forced to open my eyes and drive.
Over at the local establishment I park my car and watch as a this beautiful woman asks her dog to give her more sweet and sloppy kisses .
Three guys standing next to me are watching and I hear one of them say he wishes he was the one kissing her. They all laugh and look at me.
I see the past and remember when I was young and dumb. They look at me and ask me to tell them how to be cool and suave.
There is a pause and then I tell them that if you have to ask then it will never happen.
Ok, I made those last two things up.
What I Ate
That is a picture of the Smokehouse BBQ Chicken sandwich. It is part of the Fresh and Fit line and it is only$6 bucks. It is also what I ordered and ate.
Now you may be wondering if per FTC guidelines I am going to disclose that I was given compensation to write about this sandwich. And I will tell you that I indeed was compensated.
I will also tell you that back when I was like those younger fellas my favorite food was free. That was because I barely made enough dough to pay my rent and cover some time out on the town, but that isn’t how it goes any longer.
Now that I am older and wiser I want a good meal. During the work week I like hitting Subway because I usually walk away feeling good.
The Smokehouse BBQ Chicken sandwich was good. It is not my favorite Sandwich at Subway but I liked it enough to say I could eat it again.
I Am Giving Away A $25 Gift Card
Party people the good news is that I am giving away a $25 gift card to Subway and it couldn’t be easier to enter. All you need to do is supply me with an original song or essay about how I am the greatest dad blogger ever and why you wish you could be me.
Alternatively you can leave a comment here and I will use the random number generator to pick a winner. Remember if your comment is obnoxious I reserve the right to move my phaser from stun to disintegrate. 😉
FTC Stuff
Just to be clear the fine folks at Subway provided me with my own card so that I could enjoy the same sandwiches as the winner. Sadly it wasn’t in the same league as what Jared makes, but I am still grateful. 😉
Random Subway gift cards!
Now I am hungry. Spicy Italian for me.
Try it Try it and you’ll see, eat some Subway here with me. I’ll eat Subway on a plane and I’ll eat Subway on a train, I’ll eat Subway here and there Why I’ll eat Subway anywhere.
Jack, I want you to know I would comment here even if there was no $25 Subway gift card as incentive. But the thought of five $5 footlongs at my disposal just makes it twice as nice.
I won’t go as far as to say I eat “healthy” when I eat Subway (Spicy Italian with Bacon and Jalapeños and Mayo)… but it’s ALWAYS good when I do. And I love that when I go there, the ladies remember me and only have to ask if I’m getting just my sandwich, or if I’m taking home dinner (which means I’m ordering 3 sammies).
‘Preciate the giveaway!
Both times my wife was pregnant, I would DESTROY the Italian BMT. Toasted with oil and vinegar…oh crap, I’m drooling my kayaboaaiokl sodif noasdfmkls asd’p’p 09u ]
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Sorry, had to clean up there. So, yeah, I loves me some Footlong Italian BMTS! And now that I’ve read your post, I’m hungry. And it’s 2AM here. Dammit.
Subway was my go to place for lunch when I worked in midtown Manhattan. Great place for a quick bite you won’t regret hours later. Always fresh.
I dunno, sandwich or no sandwich, I’m still visualizing the beautiful woman wasting a kiss on a dog. Jeez.
It’s really the only place you can get a halfway decent meal if you’re trying to watch what you eat and you’re in a hurry…this post reminded me, I got a subway giftcard as a gift a while back…where the hell did I leave it, lol.
Lukas has never been to McDonalds, but he has been to Subway a lot.
Dude, this single mom with hungry teenage boys is hoping to win. When’s the drawing?
Probably tomorrow.
The pulled Smokehouse BBQ chicken sub is fantastic. Throw on some black olives, pickles, extra BBQ and ranch dressing. Delish! <—-yeah, I said it. But in a manly way.
I love random numbers.
I’m sooooo gullible, and that’s a good thing sometimes, ’cause I tend to do things spontaneously where others watch and laugh…at me. But this time I caught myself and said, no way, it’s not a real contest. However, I love barbeque chicken sandwiches and you’re the only dad blogger I follow, so…..
TO THE BEST DAD BLOGGER AROUND! HERE’S TO BARBEQUE CHICKEN! 🙂
My kids do love them some Subway.
I saw the Star Trek movie tonight with my kids. We enjoyed it. I have two teenage sons who can eat a lot of Subway.
No disintegration.