Anyone who knows me knows that this whole software engineering thing is just filler while I pursue my real goal in life: being the Jared of Togo’s. I’ve been known to eat their sandwiches at every meal—Dinner, After Dinner Snack, and Midnight Feeding for engineers—and it is widely known that my future wife will need to accept our firstborn, Togo von Firefox de la Schmutz. Ross.
Unfortunately, a wrench was thrown into my plans today. Except instead of a wrench, it was a dirty quarter. And instead of my plans, it was my sandwich. That’s right: I was eating the second half of my #24, Avocado and Turkey, at Togo’s in Mountain View when a rusty quarter fell out of what was to be my very next bite.
To its credit, the restaurant staff kindly refunded my money and offered to make me another sandwich. Unfortunately, just about the last thing I wanted was another sandwich made with the same meat and vegetables that had been chilling with George all day. Actually, I can’t imagine ever eating at Togo’s again—I won’t soon forget the “thud” of the quarter hitting the table as I turned my sandwich to take a bite—nor can I imagine what a Togo’s could or should do to win back a lifelong customer. Free sandwiches for life?
Free quarters for life?
Steve, Seth: what would you guys do? I don’t want to have to rename my firstborn. Quiznos von Firefox just sounds ridiculous.