Thursday night, 11:55pm. We're sitting on the couch, critiquing but secretly enjoying pop music videos on cable, and Paul starts casually browsing the Jimmy John's website. You know, just to have a look and see what it's all about. By 12:05, we had a vegetarian sandwich, a soda, and a halved pickle on the way (you get to choose how your pickle is cut. Are you screaming with joy yet? Let me say it again: YOU GET TO CHOOSE HOW YOUR PICKLE IS CUT!!!! To borrow a phrase from David Foster Wallace, can I just say, is this not pampering to the point of insanity?!). With our delivery scheduled for 12:30 am, there was nothing to do but sit there nervously, watching Katy Perry and doubting whether this sandwich was ever going to arrive.
At 12:27, a knock on the door! Lo and behold...
Ta da!
You wouldn't think it, but eating a giant salty pickle right before you go to bed actually makes for very restful sleep.
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