Man does not live by bread alone

I’ve been in Pendleton since Saturday, and already I’m tired of eating Quiznos sandwiches. I’ve had, lets see, two, four, six of them. I keep forgetting to get a card and have it stamped so I can get a free one, if I’m still eating them when I fill the card. I eat other food while I’m here, but they’re easy to stash in the refrigerator and have for lunch.

My time here can be measured by Quiznos.

It’s been one Quiznos since I went pee.
Two Quiznos since I checked up on my blog site.
One Quiznos since I last went to bed.
Four Quiznos since I checked into the hotel.

I get an Italian and it’s on whole wheat bread, I tell them too much sauce makes the bread soggy, why do young girls very often work here? No thanks, honey, I don’t want to have tomatoes.

It’s been one Quiznos since I went to sleep.
Four Quiznos since I’ve been in Portland.
Two Quiznos since the dishwasher came.
I heard about it when I stopped to check my voice mail.