Last Night On Earth… With a Sandwich
On my last few nights as a dormer in Manila I would hunt down Smoketh and disturb her feverish studying for the renal boards and we would call Frichmond and we would go to… Subway. Maybe it was the finality of my dorm life (arte) after over 16 years of living on my own that made me want to make the last few nights memorable. For months I’ve been thinking of some kind of bucket list or such, and everyday that list would get revised, limited by time, funds, friends to drag around, and most importantly, laziness. And of course, the nagging thought: what’s the drama. Because really, the only thing I wanted to do was eat a good sandwich.
And where should we find a good Subway branch but in some gas station in Macapagal. A few years ago DC Comics had a recurring advertisement feature in their books where superheroes were shown capturing crooks and such by using Subway sandwiches. It’s like those Twinkies Cakes ads back in the late 60’s and 70’s DC Comics, if some you care to remember. One of the sandwiches Superman, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman were pimping had one special feature: avocado sauce. Of course in Macapagal there was no avocado sauce, so I ordered the usual stuff with oil and vinegar and stuff, cold not warmed, with chips and a huge cup of sugar-rich soda.
“Do you remember that old Tyra episode on cable where they featured a guy pornstar who felt discriminated?” I asked Smoketh and Frichmond. They don’t, and just kept on munching.
“He felt discriminated, because when they discovered that he was a porn star they fired him from his day job,” I narrated.
“What was his day job?” Smoketh asked.
“Preparing Subway sandwiches,” I said.
And just because I’m really hungry I would gratuitously post a picture of Subway turkey avocado sandwich right now.