I work in downtown Berkeley four blocks from my apartment. I usually eat lunch at home, swipe for love, and sort of watch Days of Our Lives. The food in downtown Berkeley isn’t very good but I love the Sandwich Spot. Please don’t confuse the Sandwich Spot with Sandwich Zone across the street, as my boss does.
I love the Sandwich Spot because the sandwiches are delicious and the sandwich makers are great. One time I ran into one on the street and she might as well have been Selena Gomez. It was way better than running into a former student who I taught in 4th grade and is now 18 years old.
There’s the sandwich maker who must moonlight as a male model and the one who bakes the sweet potato pie. I overheard them talking about Fallout once and I chimed in. Fallout is a video game my former office-building crush and my coworker Edgar play. I’ve never played. I told the sandwich boys that I had special ordered a Fallout themed cookie cutter with which I was planning to make cookies for my office-building crush. One gushed, “If a girl can relate to me on the Fallout level, she’s something special.”
It didn’t work out with the office-building crush and I never made the cookies. It is working out with the Sandwich spot. Swoon.