My Sandwich — a love story

On the subway there’s a couple that won’t stop kissing. They’re standing by the door, dining on each other. Kiss/smile/ kiss/ smile — it’s kind of sweet but kind of annoying too because they’re so close by that it’s hard not to watch them. Kiss/smile/ kiss/ loooong devouring looks, etc. The train makes three or four stops while they only have eyes and lips for each other. But if you look closely (it’s almost impossible NOT to look), the bigger love is coming more from the girl than the guy. Her eyes eat him alive and every few sentences she reaches up to peck him again and again on the lips. Finally as we’re approaching a station she gives him even more kisses. It is obviously her stop while he’s staying on the train. Their goodbye is intense and then she’s gone.

As soon as the doors close, the guy sits down nearby and reaching into his briefcase, pulls out an enormous obviously homemade sandwich. Grabbing hold with both hands, he chomps into it with a carnal delight and relish twice as passionate as the one he showed for his girlfriend. Thank God she isn’t there to see it. Her big competition is a sandwich.