My Subway Experience
Chapter One
I remember the afternoon like it was yesterday. It happened so quickly, but I remember it completely. I had been to Subway quite a few times before, but this time there was a new employee. His name was Jake. When I walked into the store, he greeted me with the most stunning smile I had ever seen. When I went up to him, he embraced me with great passion. I was somewhat confused, but he was so attractive I allowed it. When he asked me what I wanted to order, I told him "I want the meatiest thing you have here". Then, without warning, he unraveled the silk-like wrapping around the tough, long, round piece of bread. Then, he reached underneath the counter, and with a flash, he whipped out the meat. His meat. He put the turkey on the bun without contest. He turned around slowly, quietly, making my sandwich, topping by topping. Suddenly, he shoved the big, meaty sandwich into my hands for sweet embrace. I slowly took small and slender bites out of it, feeling every single ounce of joy he put into making this sandwich. After I have consumed the entire thing, I turn around to throw the wrapping away. And when I turn back, he was welcoming me into his sweet embrace. After about 20 minutes of cuddling, we finally, slowly, made more sandwiches together. Afterwards, we started working together, hours after hours. Until finally, he shoved his big, round, salty, spicy piece of salami right into my mouth. That was the best piece of meat I had ever tasted in my life. After what seemed like an eternity of savoring his meat, he unloaded his mayonnaise into me. At that moment, I knew he was the one. He was an expert sandwich maker, and he knew his way around his meats.