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So it was a day like any other, I was waiting in line to get my usual sub at my local subway in Sacramento (Which I go to every day because it's about 50 yards from where I work) but while I was waiting, I saw something unbelievable out of the corner of my eye. It was what looked to be Jordan Peterson with a mountain of 30 or so 6 inch subs sitting in front of him, perfectly stacked to create what looked to be a sub pyramid.

He was by himself and wearing an all black raincoat (I think I've seen this one before), he wasn't even doing anything to the subs.. He was just sitting there looking at them.. dead eyed.. he looked like he was lost in some other world.. Like he was seeing something in those subs that I couldn't see. I approached him.. "Ehh-excuse me, I really appreciate your work man, could I get a picture with you or something??!" I said in an awkwardly excited kind of way.. He didn't move a muscle, his eyes looked like they were set in stone, they stayed set on those subs...He slowly lifted his hand.. I backed up a little, thinking I might have offended him or interrupted some kind of sacred ritual.. He slowly laid his hand on top of his sub pyramid.. Gently caressing his subs like they were his first born children or something.. I could hear him mumbling something under his breath while he caressed them.. it sounded like he was saying "This is my design"

I asked him "Are you okay?" and suddenly his eyes broke their mold and started jetting around like he had just woken up from a coma. He looked up at me and then back down at his subs. Without another second passing he ripped his backpack off his back and started stuffing the subs in his bag one by one, furiously fast like he was robbing a bank .. In mere seconds he had filled the entire bag with his subs.. All of them but one.. He looked at the last sub and contemplated for a second.. He looked up at me, gave me one third of what looked to be a smirk and tossed me the sub. As soon as it hit my hands he stood up, firmly patted my shoulder and said "see ya around kid" he ran for the door faster than I thought was possible for a guy his age to run, he did kind of a half roll over a trash can and slammed the door open all in what looked to be a single stride. I chased after him wanting some kind of answers to what the hell just happened.. I quickly pushed the door open but he was already gone.. He was on the back of what looked to be a three man bicycle.. They rode off into the valley with the sun setting on the horizon.. I could only see their silhouettes at that point. Half disappointed, half enthralled.. I opened the sub he gave me..I tore the paper off like I hadn't torn into paper since I was kid opening Christmas presents.. It was wheat bread.. No condiments no toppings.. Just wheat bread.
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