Sandwich Shacks

Complaining about stuff on a blog is best left to the I bet my dad could beat your dad in a fight crew... those folk who mention Cigarettes and Civil Liberties in the same sentence. Does anyone care? No Sir! Instead, here's an amusing observation about things my fellow beautiful humans do that I find unusual.

In Camden, there's a Cafe near the office. Friendly staff, but dim.
"Can I have three toasted sandwiches; one bacon, one egg & bacon, and one cheese"
I go to the ATM, return to pick up my bag of goodies, and then back to the office where my colleagues await their toasties... salivating.

I open the package to find a baked f@#&ing potato.

Clever.