Friday rolls around and by mid afternoon I am feeling rather squirrelly. It is getting harder to focus on working and I am starting to think about whether I am going to grab a friend and go to the movies.
The new Star Trek is out and I am dying to see it. Make a couple of calls to see if I can find someone to join me watch Kirk and Spock save the universe from the evil manipulations of some villain who probably hails from cleveland but no one is available.
I can go by myself if I want. Got a theater out here that serves drinks and dinner at your seat but I decide that I am just not up for the flick. It is not because I have to go by myself but because I am tired, or as the docs would say, “Freaking Tired.”
This Troubles Me
This troubles me, this being tired thing. I am too damn young to be this tired on a Friday night.
Twenty years ago I would have walked or maybe sashayed out the office door and prepared to go out with the boys. We would have gone bar hopping, shot some pool, talked to girls and told ridiculous stories about work and conquests.
I might have walked up to a couple of the women and told them some over the top and completely ridiculous story and then called the boys over to support me. And like the good friends they are they would have said I was lying about whatever it was and we would have laughed at ourselves and had fun.
And more than likely at some point I would have carried one of them up the stairs and dropped them on the floor cursing them for being too drunk to walk. Ah yes, the fine memories of a youthful indiscretions is never far from memory.
Nor are the thoughts about the mighty feats we did as well as hundreds of stories, some of them might even be true.
Lunch Time Distractions
Can’t decide what I want to eat today and then I remember that my pal Jared needs my help. So I do a little jig down the stairs and slide into my car.Â Sadly it is not the Starship Enterprise so I can’t tell Mr. Sulu or Checkov to take us to Subway.
Nor can I rely upon the computer to do it so I sigh loudly and dream of a day when I am so damn wealthy people refer to me as the idle rich. Well day dreaming about it isn’t helping and since my Jedi driving license was revoked I am forced to open my eyes and drive.
Over at the local establishment I park my car and watch as a this beautiful woman asks her dog to give her more sweet and sloppy kisses .
Three guys standing next to me are watching and I hear one of them say he wishes he was the one kissing her.Â They all laugh and look at me.
I see the past and remember when I was young and dumb. They look at me and ask me to tell them how to be cool and suave.
There is a pause and then I tell them that if you have to ask then it will never happen.
Ok, I made those last two things up.
What I Ate
That is a picture of theÂ Smokehouse BBQ Chicken sandwich. It is part of the Fresh and Fit line and it is only$6 bucks. It is also what I ordered and ate.
Now you may be wondering if per FTC guidelines I am going to disclose that I was given compensation to write about this sandwich. And I will tell you that I indeed was compensated.
I will also tell you that back when I was like those younger fellas my favorite food was free. That was because I barely made enough dough to pay my rent and cover some time out on the town, but that isn’t how it goes any longer.
Now that I am older and wiser I want a good meal.Â During the work week I like hitting Subway because I usually walk away feeling good.
The Smokehouse BBQ Chicken sandwich was good. It is not my favorite Sandwich at Subway but I liked it enough to say I could eat it again.
I Am Giving Away A $25 Gift Card
Party people the good news is that I am giving away a $25 gift card to Subway and it couldn’t be easier to enter. All you need to do is supply me with an original song or essay about how I am the greatest dad blogger ever and why you wish you could be me.
Alternatively you can leave a comment here and I will use the random number generator to pick a winner. Remember if your comment is obnoxious I reserve the right to move my phaser from stun to disintegrate. 😉
Just to be clear the fine folks at Subway provided me with my own card so that I could enjoy the same sandwiches as the winner. Sadly it wasn’t in the same league as what Jared makes, but I am still grateful. 😉