To the Man Who Told Me to Go Make a Sandwich
Sorry, but who the f*ck do you think you are?
To the man who told me to go make a sandwich,
I don’t know you very well. After all, you’re just the friend of a friend of a coworker I met last weekend at a party. You were chugging bottles of Bud Light that you brought yourself (classy choice, by the way) and wearing a backward baseball hat with the New York…