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Yet more government subsidies of Walmart - this time to the tune of thirty-seven million. What, they can’t afford to build their own roads?

Or, How Snay Learned Old Bay Was a Regional Product

I used to eat at Subway* a lot — like, two or three times a week. No matter what sandwich I got, I always requested it with mayo, lettuce, pickles, oil and old bay.

So in the middle of this Subway money-gobbling phase, fall of ‘99, I went up to Boston to visit my friends Emily and Lisa at Emerson College. It was a lot of fun, and while they were in classes, I had the afternoons to wander around Boston (I never ventured far from the Commons).

(Boston has always been one of my favorite cities, because it’s so friggin’ cool, and I think anyone who has been there agrees. I didn’t find it quite so cool in spring ‘00 when I returned - that time, I drove, and god damn — it’s true what they say about Boston drivers. Also: I went into Chinatown at like two in the morning once with a Malasian girl from the dorm because we both wanted beer. I was later informed by E&L’s friend Matt — whose dorm room floor I was sleeping on — that I was either the bravest man in the world, or just plain crazy.*)

Anyway, one day, after Emily and Lisa got out of class, we all went for lunch to this Subway on, I think, Tremont Street (it might’ve been Boylston). I ordered a sub and requested my usual condiments. The girl making my sub knew very little English, and tripped over my last request.

“No pay?”

“Hmmm?”

“No pay?”

“Oh, no, old bay.”

“No pay?”

*I vote for the latter.