Steve, Mom and someone else were visiting me, but the
surrounding were more like NYC than DC.
We came out of a building at a different place than we went in, and had
a hard time finding the metro. We walked
around a lot. We ended up in a courtyard
lined with tall trees covered in fuchsia flowers. A man in a low-to-the-ground silver sports
car pulled up and asked us if we know where the metro was. He asked if one of
us would like to go with him to drive around and find it (there was only the
passenger seat available; it was a small car) and then come back with the
information. We declined. [In reality, I
would have put Steve in there in the hopes that he would be abducted and
killed. Only partially kidding!] We
ended up driving around for a long time.
…
Me and the same folks were deciding where to eat, and we
ended up going to Jersey Mike’s.
However, this was the Jersey Mike’s from hell. The sandwiches were about 2 inches wide. I was not a happy camper. I complained to the manager. I told him this
is not how Jersey Mike’s is supposed to be.
In order to pay, you had to go down a hall to a black steel door. There was a man in there who would take your
money, but you had to slide it under the door.
This was to prevent theft. I
ended up getting in there and talking to him.
I told him that at the Laurel, Maryland location they acted like they
were happy to see me, that their sandwiches were good. [This is true. I drive about half an hour to get there. I go just for the sandwiches - #12]
