The Mark of the Feast

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Yikes. My lunch receipt! The mark of the beast.

It might not be marked on my forehead, but 666 is the number the cashier at Subway said I owed him — the price of my 6-inch meatball sub, a bag of chips, and a drink — the meal deal.

I looked at him and said “Really? Is this the common total people get? Do you realize I’m here for a church meeting? Is this a bad sign?”

He replied. “Out of $20?”

My thought process that followed:

What to do.  Ahh….buy a cookie! That will change the total. But, wait, I just paid. Too late. Cookies. Yum. They look delicious. But, I should really avoid sweets. Darn, now I’ve got cookies on my mind.  [Trish purchases three cookies.]

Guess the number was my undoing after all. At least I can say the devil made me do it.

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