Sandwhich groper here. I posted maybe 2 ish years ago about a sandwhich related situation. And now a new one happened.
Maybe a few months ago i was walking to an appointment, having to take some of the back roads as to where it is. There was some guy sleeping on the sidewalk i was walking down, i stepped aside to pass him but stopped, i noticed something poking out from under his torn up blanket. A small green card.
Someone gave him a subway gift card. I don’t even know how long i just stood there looking at it. Eventually, i just took it and ran off for my appointment.
I used the gift card and got my regular sandwhich. Italian bread, meatballs, bacon, tomatoes, extra pickles, oil, salt and pepper, with salami. I even had it delivered to my appointment. Funny enough it was my therapy appointment. Ive yet to even tell her what i did.
I don’t feel it was worth it but i have a history of klepto stuff too. And genuinely there is something about subway that is addictive. I still feel, so bad though. I’ve been homeless before, i know the struggle. And i fucked over this dude for my own greed. I feel like scum still.