My dearest Subway,
Many of my friends had recently been talking about how wonderful you and your Orchard Chicken Sandwich were and how I should give you another shot. I decided that they shouldn't have all the fun, so several weeks ago, I visited you. One thing led to another, and at the goading of my friends, I tried your new sandwich. Normally, I'm not a chicken salad girl (or a mayo girl for that matter), but I have to admit that I was swept away. Sometimes, new can be good. This version of chicken salad was light, delicious, and relatively healthy. Apple. Celery. Cranberry. Chicken. It was the perfect companion to a hot summer day.
After our first time together with the Orchard Chicken sandwich, you were on my mind all week. I couldn't wait to see you again. But, trying to be a good girl, I waited patiently. Another few weeks passed before I ventured back to see you again. I waited with anticipation until the counter girl said that all was ready.
"I'd like a six inch Orchard Chicken sandwich on wheat," I happily pronounced.
"Uh. That was a limited edition sandwich. We don't have it anymore," she replied.
First, it was your Bourbon sauce. Then it was your hearty Italian bread. Now, the Orchard Chicken Sandwich. I just feel like every time I really start to become attached, you go and change. I just don't know who you are anymore!
So Subway, I'm sorry to say that I think it's time we broke up. It's you, not me. And no, we can't just be friends.