I was starving and had almost no money left. I had spent all my money on the upcoming Twice albums buying all 3 copies. I open my wallet and find 7.00 inside.
I was walking home at night, the street was silent except for the low grumbling sound of my stomach. Right around the corner a neon green light shines down on my frail face, weak from not having ate in the past 12 hours. I look up and the 5 dollar footlong sign calls out to me.
I took out the remaining of my 7.00 and went up to the young teen girl at the counter who was clearly not into her job but only doing it so that she could pay for college, or possibly buy the new Twice album. I ordered the footlong, I got everything on it, the lettuce, the cucumbers, the olives, everything as it was free. My sandwich was more packed than a Chipotle burrito with double meat. As I got to the end of the counter, the girl told me "that would be $6.57.
I asked may I have extra cheese please? She said that would be an extra 1.00. I looked her in the eyes but I knew there was nothing I could do, this aint Twice's Oishi commercial.
I sat quietly at the corner, on the half wiped table because nobody is going to do a full wipe at minimum wage, as I bite into my sandwich that was almost perfect...if only it had extra cheese. The only extra flavor was the taste of salt from the tears that ran down my cheeks as I finished this horrible sandwich that was just a few slices of cheese short of perfection