No Sweat
25 Jan
Brendan,
We’re playing hockey today after work, so I stopped in at “No Sweat” to get my skates sharpened. I went around the corner to the Subway to get my usual sandwich—the Italian BMT. I like to get it on an Italian Herb & Cheese bun. I order this every time. I like the consistency in my life. It’s something I can easily control and it always tastes the same. Except recently I added cucumber to the roster. I don’t want to be boring.
- White cheddar (WTF is white cheddar?)
- Lettuce, tomato and pickles
- Banana peppers, cucumber
- Mayo
- Pepper
Anyway, while I was standing in line, I tweeted something about getting my skates sharpened and how you “Better watch out for Rhettski”. It got me thinking about nicknames. I never really had any nicknames. I can only imagine that, as a child, you had some unfortunate nicknames. I’m imagining pee-pants or butt-face. Definitely something hyphenated. But it was always surprising to me, that as a popular kid, I never had any nicknames.
I mean, there were some obvious ones when I was older like “Rhettoric or Rhettna” (or the above mentioned “Rhettski” (but really my dad only called me that)), but nothing like “Striker” or “Ice man”. Not even my last name was used as a nickname. For a couple days, in grade 9, this girl called me “Rat”, but that didn’t really bother me because she was a burn-out and rarely seemed to shower.
I always wanted a nickname, but never got one. Now it doesn’t seem that important or appropriate. At least I had a delicious sub.
All the best,
Rhett
PS – You can get Erdinger at the Coop Liquor store (beside No Sweat) for a buck cheaper than anywhere else that I’ve seen in the city.
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