THE WORST SUB EVER
I remember it like it was yesterday.  It was right around midnight, yesterday to be precise, that I got a hankering for a turkey sub.  I headed up to the campus sub shop - a place I know well - and ordered a six-inch turkey sub with all my usual fixings.  I didn't recognize the guy who was working that night, and I buy a lot of subs, so I was a little worried.  But I thought, "Hey, there's no way anyone who works at a sub shop could be all THAT bad."  Well I got taught a lesson that night, because this new guy made what was undoubtedly the Worst Sub Ever (capitals added because it's a title, like the Devil).  I can't put into words all the gross mistakes this kid made, but let it be known that this sub was an aberration, a blasphemous mixture of bread, meat, cheese, vegetables, and a variety of what should be delicious condiments, all sloppily mixed together with no apparent rhyme or reason. 

When my roommate found me I was a wreck.  I was sprawled out on the floor, knocked unconcious by the outrageous badness of this sub.  A thick, honey mustard-flavored foam had formed around my mouth and a pile of meat that should have been in my belly was instead in a heap by my side, having fallen out of the poorly-constructed sandwich.  My bitter tears had already washed the mayo from my cheeks, and for some reason my pants were off.

As I regained conciousness, I tried to remember what happened.  Why was this sub so bad?  How was it possible for one man, who works at a sub shop no less, to make such an evil creation?  I retraced my steps, and eventually found an answer.

I remembered that as I stood patiently watching this neanderthal construct his abomination, he spoke to his coworker.  His conversation went something like this:

                  Satan's Sub-Maker: "Hey man, were you at the meeting on Monday?"
                  Other guy:  "No, I couldn't make it.  What did I miss?"
                  SSM: "Well we got these great new posters with Colin Powell and Condi Rice on them."
                  Guy: "Great.  That oughtta show those liberals who's really in favor of equality."
                  SSM: "For real.  I hate black people."

AH HA! It suddenly became so clear. The person who made my sub was A REPUBLICAN.  I quickly thought of every sub I had ever eaten in my whole life, and realized that they had all been made by liberals, the obvious exception being the near-lethal sub I had devoured not 10 minutes before.  From my pocket I pulled my List of Things Republicans Are Good At, a copy of which I've included here.
This picture is of the list after I ate the sub, obviously.  Before I had no idea of just how bad conservatives are at making delicious subs, but take my word for it, they are.

I write these words for a purpose, and that purpose is to warn others so that they might avoid my fate.  If you are buying a sub and the person making it starts to say stuff like, "Spending is the problem," or, "Marriage is between a man and a woman, and that's it!" or the all too common, "Man, do I miss Reagan," then get out of that place, because that sub could very well be your last.
An artist's rendering of the famous "Worst Sub Ever" Incident.
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