This morning I was thinking about the Haiti earthquakes and was feeling sad about all of the people that died and were left homeless.
Then I thought about the ham and Swiss sandwich I got from Tim Horton’s last night didn’t have the extra Caesar sauce I requested. Damn you Tim Horton, I PAID FOR THAT EXTRA SAUCE!!!
Oh wait, no I didn’t pay for it. Still, I totally asked for more sauce and after a few bites I realized that “Hey, this totally has the normal – or perhaps even less than normal amount of sauce on it!”
To make matters worse with this whole situation, when I ordered a large ham and Swiss last night, they didn’t even have large buns. They said due to a rule, I had to order TWO smalls to make the same as a large. With two small sandwiches, that’s like way more sandwich crust involved than in one large sandwich, which is total bullshit. It’s like saying, “Hey, do you want a couple pieces of hardassed crust with some meat and cheese and a little tiny bit of sauce between them to make up for a large, chewy bun that isn’t totally hard to eat?”
All of this grief and disappointment and tragedy didn’t happen at an entirely fast rate either – at the drive-through it took a few minutes to place the order (waiting for them to slowly write shit down the wrong way, perhaps?) and then at the pickup window there was another long delay, even though there was no one in front of us.
Hello? Anyone there? I haven’t eaten in something like hours! Holy crap Tim Hortons, I drove like five blocks out of my way for this kind of treatment.
So I guess in retrospect, Haiti has nothing to really complain about. Sure, their little nation has been destroyed, but that’s because of a deal with the devil according to Pat Robertson, so okay – that evens things out between Haiti and I, and Haiti didn’t specifically order a ham and Swiss sandwich with extra sauce and then end up getting a ham and Swiss with like less sauce and in two tiny buns with a whole bunch more hard, crusty surface area.
Right, so I don’t hear CNN making a big deal about my situation yet this morning, but I guess it’s early still.
























If I text GOD to 90999 will the Red Cross bring you a decent sandwich?
And I don’t think HAITI made a deal with the Devil.
I think it was more of one of those “*wink*nod*” understandings.
hahahahaha Scope is funny
I’m not speaking to Tim Horton right now because he rarely ever gets my sandwich right at any time of day. Since when does the word “bacon” sound anything like the word “sausage”? Does it have something to do with the fact that he’s dead and stuff?
You would have got the correct sandwich if only your airport wasn’t so backed up.
I have no idea what the eff I even mean in that last comment…
No, Skyler’s Dad, it makes perfect sense. Poo’s spiritual cosmic airport is backed up interfering with his Chi flow causing his hams to be less saucy.
I get it. It’s simple really.
Ahhhhh it’s about time Poo!
You broke out the true Poobomber irreverence, that’s what keeps me coming back.
Great post buddy.
So God hates you too? What gives?
I’ve booked a flight to Port-de-la-Prince to take that dreadful sandwich to the starving children of Haiti.
Do you ever get hate mail? I’m just wondering.
Hey, there’s an award for you on my blog today. Enjoy.