And now I remember why I don't ever go have lunch at Subway.
Two words.
The smell.
Not just the smell of the restaurant, but the smell that seems to linger on one's self for hours (sometimes a whole day!) afterwards. You know what I’m talking about y’all; that awful Subway smell that is not only distinctive but in my opinion horribly pungent and obnoxious. It's in my damn jacket for crying out loud.
Ugh! I mean, their salads are edible, but are they worth the price if I have to stink as much as I did yesterday? Psh! Not anytime soon. That's fo sho!
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