Eggplant Sandwich

Virginia-bound, Libby and I crammed into Moyra’s back seat, avoiding Abby’s cartoon reruns in Uncle David’s Ford. And though both cars ran into the same traffic, Abby, determined to finally end the trip, allegedly directed their car right to the NBC driveway. Moyra’s priorities differing, we postponed our trip in favor of an eggplant sandwich. Going door to door, Moyra sought her craving while Libby and I stood back, shamed by her relentless complaints of Subway’s menu. Exhausted from our fruitless canvassing, we rejoined rush hour until we finally arrived - safe from traffic, bitter old women, and eggplant sandwiches.