I walked into Subway and right away, they began making my sandwich, even before I could say anything. Its not surprising, because I always get the special.
She put the meat on the bread and I sprawled myself over the glass wall that divided us.
"Umm... I think I will try the BMT."
Of course, she didn't understand because she rarely ever does. Most of our communication lies between the roasted chicken and chipotle mayo. That, and their laughing and talking towards me in their native, Indian tongue, when I walk in.
She just twitched the corner of her lip. She always does that when she doesn't understand. That lip twitches a lot. To her, I must do something right, because she always packs my sandwiches so full, I can barely wrap my lips around the damn thing.
All in all, the meal was a success, but I felt like popping after words, because I was so full.
Later...
As I waited for my Biology class to begin, my science teacher pulled out a bottle of water, juice, what have you. And we all know there are rules in science classrooms: No Food or Drinks.
"Hey... Hey! You can't drink that in here. That's not allowed," I told her and I gave it to her in black and white. We students, all (mostly) follow the rules. I thought it was so silly how she began to make excuses to me, her student, about other people having drinks in class too, as she pointed them out.
"But... other people have drinks too."
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