I’m so out of it: A woman has apparently been chronicling her sandwich-making trek to an engagement ring.
And now she’s “outed” herself.
(Why the air quotes? Why the fucking sandwiches?)
I don’t care what she does, so much so that I stopped reading the NYPost story in which she reveals herself as. . . (snore).
However, I was sufficiently taken with this set-up to imagine the following plot twist: She gets to 299 and then (ba ba ba BUM) stops.
Just stops.
And he’ll be all “what, you won’t make me a sandwich? I’m hungry! You’re going to let one sandwich get in the way our engagement?”
And she’ll be all “Are YOU going to let one sandwich get in the way of our engagement?”
A standoff! The thrills! A book deal in the making!
I still wouldn’t read to the end of the story, though.
AbsurdBeats 