Short by Steve H. H. W. December 10, 2009 4 Comments
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Hairy Knuckle Sandwich

I ordered a sub from a sandwich shop.  The guy behind the counter making the sandwich was not wearing gloves.  As he put on the seasonings and spices, I could see the lettuce between his fingernails.  His hairy knuckles glided through the onions.  When he was all done with the sandwich, I didn’t say anything.  I just took the sandwich with me.  When I got home, I gave it to my brother, who won a bet and made me go out and get him a sub in the first place.  Bon appetite.

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Ryan Wetter

Dec 10 at 09:12 AM

Zing

 
Carl the Captain

Dec 10 at 09:14 AM

did you order extra finger cheese?

 
FRANCIS

Dec 10 at 09:16 AM

i’d have it no other way. if he had gloves on i’d ask him to take em off and rub his hands inside my sub sandwich

 
kaiti

Feb 05 at 12:06 PM

ryan, is this sandwich from where i think its from??

 

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