Wife and kids were gone doing last minute school stuff last night, and I really didn't want to make myself dinner. So I threw on some jeans and a crappy old shirt just to be comfortable.
Anyway, the Subway was closer than Jimmy Johns so I went there, even though Jimmy John's is better. Got a nice 6-inch meatball with a large lemonade. Decided I didn't want to eat in the store since it was a Subway, so biked it home to watch some Netflix while I ate.
Anyway, at a stoplight I could have sworn that a dude in a 1990 Geo Metro was about to jump me for the sandwich and drink. He was sorta chub, had a beard, and it looked like he had major sweatstains in his pits, and was dripping sweat from his forehead. I even think he had forearm tats. Bet that car had no working AC. It felt sorta gross being oogled by him, but I knew it was just because he wanted my meatball sub.