The last time I got Jimmy John's I got a Bootlegger Club (because it's the best), my wife got a Turkey Tom, and we of course got cookies because I am fat.
After about 8 minutes of it not being at my doorstep I started to get worried. My stomach was growling and there was no food to put in it. I started pacing rapidly.
15 minutes. What devilry is this? JJ's is the lamborghini of sandwich delivery. My knees were weak.
60 minutes later and no sandwich had arrived. I called Jimmy John's to ask just what in the fuck was up. They had delivered my sandwich. Impossible! Where was my meal??
I crept up the hill to the Court sharing the same name as the Lane I lived on and spied into the kitchen window. There on the table was a bag of Jimmy Johns, fully emptied - 8 cookie wrappers strewn about with a mess of crumbs trailing away.
I never knew what happened to the Czarbotzki's that lived up on that court. Some say they died in a terrible accident, some say they just moved back to Poland.
But don't get in the way of my JJ's.
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