For lunch today I want to City Gourmet which is up by 27th and 7th and I order a number 12. To preface this, I had never eaten there before and I was forcing myself to try something new because all I eat is Ciao Bella pizza and burgers from (Brgr). So I ordered a number 12 and then I pretended that I'm not nervous and uncomfortable while I wait for my sandwich. Apparently it was ready but I was too busy pretending to be cool and nonchalant to notice. So my disguise as a busy NYC business woman was ruined by the sandwich man who yelled at me, as did the cashier. I finally got my sandwich and I sat down to eat it. I slowly unwrapped the wax paper and there's tuna fish on 7-grain. I thought I was getting mozzarella and tomato with basil. And I do not eat anything with mayo in it. So I threw out the sandwich and walked down to Ciao for a plain slice. I try to be so metropolitan but I'll always be a nervous jersey mess.
On the way back to my office I watched all the couriers weaving in an out of traffic. I've decided that I should just be a bike courier in Manhattan! I can ride a bike and I'm reliable. It seems too good to be true. I just need to buy a sleek, silver, streamlined helmet and then I'm set.
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