Older woman with bag-lady aesthetic — stringy hair, face barely visible, etc — slowly shuffling down sidewalk. As she passes the Subway sandwich shop, she raises her fist and gives the store the finger. Not to any particular customer, or worker — the whole storefront. And then, once she’s past the store, she lowers her arm and keeps shuffling.

Made me wonder, what did Subway ever do to this woman?

Because there are days at work when I’m in a discount-peanut-butter-cookie sort of mood, and I run across the street to take advantage of their 3-for-$1.50 deal, and without fail, they’re underbaked and generally tasteless, and as I’m shoving yet another greasy cookie down my craw, I feel like a junkie — a steaming heap of self-loathing, perpetually un-sated.

—Varick Street