All I have to look forward to after my 2.5 - 4 hours of chemistry every Tuesday morning is the delicious sandwich I will soon order from the Hillcrest sandwich line. Usually it's the simple Turkey on Whole Grain, with lettuce, tomato, provolone cheese and maybe some mayonnaise. You know, the standard American sandwich. Then, out of the blue, something changed.
It all began around 1230. I was doing the standard loop around each lunch station to see what each one had to offer. Fruit was cantaloupe, which is only like a 7/10 for me. I'll wait till apples/grapes tomorrow. Had yogurt this morning so thats a no go. Cottage cheese reminds me of a sick story I heard in high school so I can't eat that anymore. On to the next station.
Mexican station had enchiladas which I really wanted, but I had to wait to see what the other stations had to offer. Chinese station was picked over, other than the 4/10 eggrolls and 3/10 fried rice. Pizza and pasta have too many carbs so that station was off. The other 2 stations by pizza were picked over and I didn't want to wait for them to get restocked so I had narrowed my decision to a sandwich, enchilada, or cereal.
I made my way over to the sandwich station, which I always save for last because if I went there first I would never get anything but sandwiches. Out of the corner of my eye, right around the fruit/yogurt station, I see "it." I could feel the blood pumping through my veins and a slight warmth spread all throughout my body as I read the sign, "Chipotle Turkey Ciabatta." Ciabatta bread holds a place close to my heart having worked with it, consumed it, and respected it all summer at Panera.
At this point I felt that my day couldn't get any better, I'm gonna get a Chipotle Turkey sandwich on Ciabatta bread. Only then did I dare to read the other ingredients listed under the sandwich title. Field Greens (what Panera and I call them), Chipotle sauce, and red peppers. Simply unbelievable, this sandwich and I are a match made in heaven. Now it seemed that my biggest problem was picking what cheese would grace its presence on my masterpiece.
As I got closer to ordering, I had decided on provolone cheese. Seemed like a good balance between the spiciness of the chipotle sauce and red peppers. After I tell the lunch lady that I would like a Chipotle Turkey Ciabatta, I see the sign. Hidden, 3 feet to the left, it reads "Gouda Cheese." At this point I feel a little squirt in my crotchal reason and realize that I have had a wet day dream. I didn't even think that was possible. I immediately ask for a slice of gouda and tomato. I had reached Nirvana.
At this point I sat down and pretty much zoned out. Biology test on Thursday? - who cares, I've got a fucking bomb sandwich right in front of me. Wet spot on my shorts? - who cares, I just had the first wet day dream in the history of the human race.
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