Erwin was waiting for his sandwich. He had been casting furtive glances at the Jimmy John’s menu taped to his monitor all morning, and had felt a slight tingle of excitement when he finally picked up the phone to order his #9 Italian Night Club. Now he drummed his fingers on the desk in anticipation, counting the minutes until the delivery driver brought him his sandwich.
One minute passed, then two minutes.
Erwin yawned. Waiting was hard.
Three minutes had gone by. Erwin yawned again.
Finally, after seventeen minutes, his sandwich arrived. Erwin devoured it with glee, then looked at his computer monitor.
It was 11:15 in the morning. Erwin had nothing else to look forward to.
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