Now on to today's post...
This is a true story.
So, there's a sandwich shop in the area called Jersey Mike's (it's a chain, so there may be one or more near you, too. Unless you live in the Mount Washington Valley. Then the nearest location would be, like, 100 miles away, and at that point, seriously, just make your own sandwich.), and they make and sell these delicious sub sandwiches. These sandwiches are so good that this shop quickly became The Man's favorite sandwich shop.
Well, one day, I was on their website, looking at the menu, and what should be on the top of the page? A big banner proclaiming that in April 2015, this chain was named the Official Sub Sandwich Shop of the
Now, if you know me, you know that I am a die-hard Red Sox fan (First place in the AL East, baby! WOOT!) so anything—anything at all—related to the Evil Empire automatically becomes repellent to me. (It's totally rational.)
Take, for example, Jacoby Ellsbury. Oh, I had such a thing for that boy. (The Man was so pleased.) Seriously, you should see all the pictures I took of
But the moment I learned that Ellsbury had signed with the Evil Empire, he became dead to me. (Much like Adam Vinatieri and Wes Welker when they made their respective traitorous moves. Again, completely rational.)
Because the Evil Empire = Evil. That's just science. (Note: possibly not science.)
So, when I learned that The Man's new favorite sandwich shop was affiliated with the Evil Empire, my immediate reaction was, "Well, we can never go back there."
But The Man is nothing if not persistent (I do now live in Florida, after all), and the sandwiches are pretty damn good, so one day, I relented, and we returned to the Evil Empire's Sandwich Shop. We ordered our subs, and I went over to the cashier to pay.
"Do you have one of our rewards cards?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"Are you interested in getting one?" she asked next.
"I'm good, thanks," I said.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "With each purchase, you can earn points toward free sandwiches."
"Thank you, but I'm really okay," I said. "You don't know what it takes for me to even come through the door."
This, naturally, garnered some odd looks from the staff. The Man, however, having already heard what was about to be said, just rolled his eyes in a oh-here-we-go kind of way.
"See, your restaurant here is the official sandwich shop of the New York Yankees," I said, "and as a die-hard Red Sox fan, you can understand how I would be conflicted about coming here."
She nodded and thought about this for a moment, then said, "Well, if you get one of our cards, every time you earn a free sandwich, it'll be like you're stealing from the Yankees."
So I got a card.
Well played, Jersey Mike's cashier. Well played.
That'll do it for me today. Enjoy your weekend, and be sure to tune in Monday when I actually get around to posting my goals for September. (Unless I forget, which I probably will, because the Pats are playing Sunday night.)
Thanks for stopping by!