Opinion

We’re Acting Like Kids When The Teacher Leaves The Room

It’s both horrifying and freeing.

Photo by Eden Constantino on Unsplash

I was jonesing for Subway. I needed a 6-inch steak and cheese on flatbread, and I needed it now.

I trundled over to the BP station, parked at a pump, spent a month’s salary on a tank of gas, masked up, and entered the store.