"13 years ago, I worked next door to marry the circle. The men at Planet Sub didn 't care about my status even if I wore it on my finger. I had stopped ovulating with my then husband in response to let 's not reproduce with that one. Those young men from next door flipped that switch back on with turkey sandwiches, blts, and hot hot bacon with onion covered soup. I watched my world shatter unexpectedly; I cried for a week at my new job, she had just given me a promotion and all I saw was my ability to finally leave that man. Then the conundrum of God, marriage and the rights to my body pursued while that security guard Christian told me that he was taking over, kissed me at the movies, and tried to get me into a two piece bathing suit at his apartment while six months pregnant. BEWARE of this food establishment, you may find yourself satisfied to the extent that your child is thirteen and I still haven 't told her, her actual name is hot potato not No. I am so happy this place is still open. Do you muffaletta for more temptation? Maybe this time we could fish up a full young man to appease instead of procreate and I 'll share the soul and sandwich... Maybe bring him in. We already lost the 909 but we still have the arts that keep on giving. /High-five"
