Sometimes people make bad decisions. Like deciding that getting a Sub toasted at 7pm on a Sunday might be a good idea; that it might not be rock hard. Let me ruin the surprise: it will be. But they did give me the middle of the tomato, something that I am picky about. I like tomato, not over/under ripe tomato bits.
But I’m OK now — I came into the CS building to do something on my laptop and the place is crawling with people studying or working on various assignments — something that I don’t have to worry about until I stick my hand into that proverbial blender next term with three grad classes.