A Busted Hoagie

I had a very rough morning at the office and had to work through lunch, which many of you who are reading this may be familiar with. It was after the normal lunch time period and I was very hungry. I was in the mood for a hoagie, an “Italian” hoagie. I thought for a while about where to go. I needed a place that was close and had quick service. WAWA came to mind and it was decided. WAWA was the answer.

What I thought was going to be a quick venture, turned into a half-hour to forty-minute ordeal. It took at least twenty-five minutes to place my order and have the buffoon behind the counter fill it. At first I did not notice, when the person handed me the hoagie nor when I placed the hoagie in the bag, that something was wrong. All I cared about was getting back to the office and eating this hoagie that my mouth was watering for.

When I sat down at my desk and pulled the hoagie out of the bag, I finally noticed something was wrong. The hoagie seemed lighter than usua...