The other day while insurgent Matt and I were insurging, a powerful hunger befell us and set us to musing on which local eatery would be up to task of filling the ol' gut.  After much deliberation, I said something like "Fuck it.  I'm going to Quiznos." I hadn't been to Quiznos in many moons, but I vaguely remembered some spicy sandwich that sated me once upon a time.

I walked down the block to the Quiznos on Pennsylvania Ave SE and when I entered this is more or less what went down:

(A young, squat, Salvadorean woman stood at the register)

Me:  Hey, you guys still got that spicy sandwich I ate here many moons ago?

YSSW:  Espicy Club?

Me:  Gotta be.  I'll take one.

YSSW:  You want large or regular?

Me:  I'll go regular.  (watching my figure)

YSSW: You want combo?  Chips and drink?

Me:  Sure.  (not watching figure that much)

YSSW:  nine dollars. 

Me:  What's that?

YSSW: nine dollars

Me:  when you say "nine", do you maybe mean "five" or "six"?

YSSW: (confusedly) no combo?

Me:  I got a regular, right?  Not a large.

YSSW:  Yes, regular. 

Me:  And that's nine dollars.

YSSW: Yes.

Me:  So I'm going to give you this ten, and you're going to give me one dollar back?

YSSW: Yes.

Me:  Cause it's nine dollars. 

Yes: Yes. 

I finally paid the young lady and marched back to the Insurgency compound nine dollars lighter.

And so my point is--fuck Quiznos for charging nine dollars for a freakin spicy club combo.  The Insurgency will not stand for this.  We are formally issuing a death order against that weird puppet that sang their advertisements last year. 

nine feckin dollars.  Best believe I went nuts at the free pepper bar.