So tonight I went to a friend's house who is recovering from surgery. Upon our arrival she was quite out of it. We decided that subway sandwiches would be the answer (sometimes they are, no matter the question). After some effort on our part, we were able to determine what our drugged up recoveree wanted. So off to Subway it was. I knew there was one close, but I did not know what an ordeal a simple trek to Subway would become. As we head to get our sandwiches I can see the sign beckoning to us (it was beckoning because I had only had a glass of chocolate milk all day and was STARVING- don't judge- I get busy). The sign was in fact there ,the building, however, had been leveled. No subway. On to the next one- it can't be that far, right? Well it can, and was that far. I know there has to be one coming up and sure enough I see the yellow and green Subway sign as a beacon in the night. We park, jump out of the car and as we approach the door there is a sign and hand written at that. It says "We appreciate our patrons but regret to inform you that Subway will be closed for the rest of the night due to lack of bread." Lack of bread? Seriously? I know what you are thinking, why not go to a different food establishment? Well, I did not want to bother my poor friend who barely had the energy or the coherence to tell me what she wanted the first time. So Subway it must be! We travel further down the road. I knew there had to be another Subway in close proximity. We finally arrive at our third and final Subway (thank goodness) to discover that they were still standing as well as stocked with bread, no italian herbs and cheese though but at that point I didn't care. Finally success! We ate sandwiches and watched Garden State. That's a Friday night in the life of Angie- jealous?