“Make me a sandwich.”
“Poof! You’re a sandwich.”
You want jokes? I got ‘em. You want funny jokes? Try back next week.
Josh and I have been trying this radical new thing: “making our own lunches and taking them to work.” Innovative right?
You see, I work on a college campus that happens to be nicely situated amongst the city’s downtown area. I am surrounded by restaurants of all kinds–Indian buffets, sandwich places, Mediterranean joints, sushi places, pizza delivery, milkshake delivery and the best soup-shack this side of Heaven. It is, needless to say, very difficult for me to ignore all of that and eat a lunch I packed. If I packed. Hey, sometimes I’m too
lazy busy to remember little details like that. But the down side of this genuine first-world problem of having lots of restaurants nearby is that it’s expensive to eat out all the time for lunch and frankly, eventually it gets boring. Continue reading