Where I live, there's really not much to do for a date (unless you gamble or visit...the red light district). This year for Valentine's Day, I decided to go all out for my hubby.
His absolute favorite place to eat is Subway, and I won't ever go there with him. In my defense, as a flexitarian, I get the exact same sandwich, every time. As a picky eater, nothing ever varies or is added to it. Who wants to pay $5 for that, over and over again? Not me.
In true amazing-me-fashion, I took real plates and a table cloth there, set the table, and we "dined" in style. We got some strange looks, but not very many. After all, there is the man in town with white, bushy mutton chops, who goes grocery shopping in overalls, with no shirt. Tablecloth Subway isn't so weird.
