Well, the multigrain really hit the fan today. One of the downtown Subway franchises was out of Diet Pepsi, and to put it mildly the Chicagoland crappy sandwich lovers weren�t too pleased.

I mean how else are people supposed to enjoy their lo-carb cheddar/bacon/mayo wraps! Everyone knows that saturated fats go down smoother with a sugar-free beverage.

Even I was coursed into a refreshing Sierra Mist, which I enjoyed while watching lumpy-butted patrons bitch and moan about the soda selection.

Did any of the 12 sandwich artists onboard think to make a sign? �Sorry, no diet fountain drinks today!�

Hell no.

You pull a person off mustard squeezing duty to fumble with pens and paper, and you might as well close down shop.

Everyone also knows that it takes an assembly line to produce a quality, uniformed sandwich, which can be sold with chips and a small (full-sugar) drink for $5.

So as I watched irked women thrust their empty 32-oz, souvenir-style Subway cups back in the face of the emotionless cashier, whilst demanding that their money be returned, I remembered that I hate Subway.

Everyone should know that not even �fresh� baked harvest wheat bread can rectify Subway�s slightly damp, tasteless meat. And I would think that as a person who has been eating canned soup for the past three months for lunch, my expectations would be rather low.

I digest, thank you Savecraig for the lovely meat and potato (chip) lunch.