Seeing how it's nearing summer (even though it snowed yesterday morning - SNOWED!) and there will be a smaller amount of material covering my giant rear end and my vomitous sausage arms, I'm motivated to start back into healthy eating. (And running, if I can stay well long enough - for the past few weeks, I'll start trying to build up to my old distance, and then get sick after about four days of it, then I have to start from scratch again when I feel better. Ugh.) So I was going through the Subway drive-thru today, and I remembered a situation that I witnessed at about this time last year at Subway.

There was a woman in front of me that didn't speak very good English (from her accent, I think she was from India) but the "sandwich artist" managed to understand what she wanted - that is, until they got to the all-important pickle/pepper/olive section. (Without those three, a sub it ain't - I have to have my high sodium content!) She said, "Hot pickles" and the guy reached for the pickles, which made her start to panic. "No no no no! No pickles! HOT pickles!" The guy was confused by these mixed signals, and tried again to pickle her. So she flipped out again. "Nononononopickles! HOT pickles! No pickles! HOT PICKLES!"

I really can't remember how the drama ended - I think she meant to say that she wanted hot peppers but no pickles. I know that the guy didn't scream, "What do you want from me????" while flinging both pickle and pepper all over anyone within flinging distance. I think that's probably what I would have done.