I have NO idea what has created my husband’s SUDDEN massive hard-on for Jersey Mike’s, but he’s picked the seriously WRONG week for this desire.
A little something to know about me. I am a homebody. I am an introvert. I like my routine
Yesterday was the day that would just NOT QUIT. And it doesn’t help that I was VASTLY over stimulated and our transit population is extra fragrant this week. And of course, THAT is when Hubs pitches the idea of going to Jersey Mike’s.
Like, I can barely keep myself together enough to drive home and NOT burst into tears because I am THAT DONE WITH THE DAY. And this guy....this guy that’s been married to me 14 years....is going to pitch the idea of going somewhere NEW, at 8:30 pm?
Which, I get. For most people, this isn’t a big thing. But this would require me to drive us over to the nearest Jersey Mike’s, which is in a SHITTY parking lot, to then go into a building I’m unfamiliar with, with an unknown number of people/crowding, to THEN analyze a brand new menu, and figure out what I wanted to eat. So yeah, I did not have the fucking mental/emotional spoons for that shit
Today....well at least today was better. Ish. Kinda. Well, mostly. ::chuckles:: Smelly patrons are still smelly. But at least my library didn’t reek of piss. Yeah, the hobos have taken to pissing on the emergency door by the children’s area. And, man, yesterday the ammonia made my eyes water just walking over TO the area. I haven’t even gotten within 20 feet of the pissy door, and yet my eyes are WATERING due to the urine smell. ::sighs::
AND STILL....when I got home, Hubs was all “let’s go to Jersey Mike’s!” I was about ready to throw hands.
Poor guy. He just can’t win for trying. I really need to find him a freakin’ friend to go do stuff like this with.
