So I went back to the very Sandwich fixin’ outlet that destroyed my ideas of a drinkless sandwhich special a week earlier. The same “artist” was behind the counter – and I noted some apparent annoyance at my arrival, perhaps remembering the shenanigans of a week ago. So I order. I got my extra sauce this time (proving the existence of miracles). Then the fateful moment arrived – I was going to attempt to avoid getting a drink, as per last time. So I asked for the special for Sunday and said I didn’t want a drink. She paused, looked down and to the side. Moments passed. Off in the distance a dog barked. Then she rang up my purchases and that was it.
VICTORY!!!!!