Yesterday, my attempt to order a foot-long meatball sandwich at Subway came out as “Hi, I’d like a football meat… Did I just say football?!”. I’ve never seen anyone whose job scope involves mainly stuffing things into bread laugh so hard. Damn mix-ups. Reminds me of the time Adrian said to me, “Don’t just do something. Stand there!” Or when Derras went up to an “I’m lovin’ it” counter and said, “I’d like a large-sized medium Coke, please.” At least one service staff was forced to turn around so he could laugh without losing his job.