The "Missing" Sandwich

My supervisor gave all of the employees at work a $5 gift card to Subway. Yesterday, a co-worker and I decided to go to Subway for lunch and use our gift cards. I decided to get the oven-roasted chicken foot long sandwich since it was one of the $5 foot longs. I had the lady prepare them as if they were 2 six inch subs. One side had all of the veggies. The other side had a few things but not that much because I wanted to eat the other half for lunch the next day (which was today). While we were in Subway, we ran into another one of our co-workers ("Bob"). (This will be important later on.) After lunch, I decided I would leave my sandwich there for the next day.

So all this morning I was thinking about how good that 6 inch sandwich tasted yesterday. I took lunch at my normal time (noon). Mind you I only get a 30 minute lunch. I go to the refrigerator to get my sandwich out for lunch. When I open the door, my sandwich is not there. (At this point I am CRUNK and thinking I know someone didn't eat my sandwich.) I started looking around in the fridge to be sure it wasn't stuck behind someones lunch box. I find another subway sandwich in the fridge (with "Bob's" name on it). Since I had already wasted time looking for my lunch. I decided I would go to Subway (I didn't bring anything else for lunch) and use the other $5 gift card my mom had given me. (BTW, she didn't even know I already had one from my boss.) On my way out the door, I tell another one of my co-workers I think someone ate my sandwich. (We will call her "Sally.")

I make a trek to Subway and order the same kind of sandwich as I did yesterday. I get up to the counter to pay for my food and the lights flicker off and on (twice). This causes the register to go down. The girl tries to get the register back up but for some reason doesn't know how to reboot. She picks up the phone and calls someone (her manager I assume). She precedes to ask him in Spanish how to reboot and what the passwords are for the register. She spends 30 minutes. In the meantime, I am growing impatient. I am still CRUNK about my "missing" sandwich and that I had to take a longer lunch to get a replacement sandwich. I was seriously thinking about walking out with my sandwich and not paying. I mean what would she do to me. (I really wouldn't do that.) She finally reboots the register. I pay her and I am on my way back to work to eat my sandwich.

I get to work and take my sandwich to the lunch room. "Sally" see me enter the lunch room and begins to take out someones lunch in a plastic grocery bag. She shows me the bag and says, "Isn't this your sandwich?" (BTW it had my name on it). I begin to get CRUNK again. I say (pointing my finger and making faces I'm sure), "That is my sandwich but that other stuff is not mine." It all starts to click that "Bob" must have accidently picked up my sandwich mistakenly and put it in his lunch. As I am going back to clock in, I begin to laugh about the situation since now I have another foot long left for lunch the next two days. Then, I also start to think did "Sally" go through everybody's lunch to search for my sandwich. Some people are just tooooo nosy for their own good.