Subway to Subway

Random, I’m still screwing around on INC.com’s tech blog – that thing’s a fountain of weird and cool knowledge.

So, Subway – there’s one in my town. It’s not only a two mile walk ( which Laota and I made yesterday ), but it’s almost entirely roadside and, if you know Missouri roads, you know that they blow out the ear – there aren’t any such things as sidewalks in a small town. In fact, I ended up bloodied on both knees and my palm from the stupid loose rocks. Screw this place.

I’ve decided that there needs to be a subway from my house to Subway – because I’m what you may have heard referred to as a Sandwhich Whore – which is exactly what it sounds like. I’d like to get a sandwhich for lunch on the odd occasion when I can afford it, and not walk a thin line between oncoming traffic and a ten-foot deep ditch or creek – that’s not my idea of a good time.

But at least I got my sammach ( yes, I did spell that wrong purposely, Mr. Spelling Nazi ), plus it was Tuesday yesterday so there was the delicious outcome of getting a couple of milkshakes and a foot-long ( cheap on Tuesdays ) to take home for dinner.

I want to try and make the walk at least once a week, because while it’s not a long walk ( it’s closer than the grocery store ), it’s still a scary walk with all the hillbillies driving around. Pew. I say pew to it.

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