I ordered from one of the food trucks at work and you won’t believe what I got

I work a pretty standard office job, 9-5 at a small cybersecurity company. I also follow a pretty strict schedule throughout my week with meal prepping.

Every day I eat the same sandwiches from the same loaf of bread but the last one I bought ended up being moldy, because I’m so busy every other day of the week I didn’t have time to buy another one so I thought I’d buy some lunch from one of the food trucks at work, I always see the guys from work use them so I thought they can’t be that bad and I’m pretty responsible with my money so it couldn’t hurt.

For the entire morning, I kept thinking about lunch with dozens of thoughts running through my head ‘What should I get?’ ‘How much am I gonna end up spending?’ ‘Should I ask my colleagues what’s good or would they find that silly?’

The longer I thought about it the hungrier I got so I tried to take my mind off it and just focus on my work until lunch.

The morning dragged, it was a really quiet day the one time I wanted it to be busy.

Finally, lunch time came. I heard the food truck outside, they always play a little jingle I think it’s the theme song to a 90s TV show.

As the guys head outside I followed them, and when I got to the foodtruck what I saw was better than I ever could’ve imagined.

I saw sandwiches of all shapes and sizes, with all kinds of fillings. The cheese still sizzling from where they’d been toasted. There were little pastries too stuffed with cream and glazed in honey.

Everything looked so good, I was at a loss for words. I ended up settling on this one toasted sandwich that had cheese and chorizo in it as well as some sauce oozing out of it that I couldn’t quite work out what it was.

When I finally went back inside to work, my co workers said they had never seen that sandwich before and had no idea where I got it from.

When I bit into it, everything changed… for the better.

The cheese was cooked just right, gooey without being too hot and the chorizo was nice and salty without being overbearing. And the sauce was, indescribably perfect.

It had the sweetness of a tangerine but a strong taste like garlic, it was light as well so you eat tons of it; I could’ve eaten a whole jar of the stuff.

Once I finished it and licked the paper, I carried on with my day but all I could think about was the sandwich.

When I got home later that day, I made myself dinner. I had spaghetti but I spat it out after my first mouthful. It tasted awful, like someone knew how it should taste and made it intentionally terrible.

Everything after that kinda blurred together, I remember lying in bed thinking about that sandwich and then being back at work for lunch.

As soon as the trucks showed up I headed outside to grab that sandwich again, only when I got outside the truck was nowhere to be seen. I waited for as long as I could before heading back inside.

I couldn’t believe it, the sandwich truck only came by once and I was never going to see it again?!

Days passed and all I could think about was the sandwich and where I could get another one, or at least the sauce.

I must’ve lost 10 pounds in that time, it wasn’t worth eating anything else since it all tasted horrible.

The weekend rolled around and I found myself wandering aimlessly through town. My stomach was empty but my mind was full, all I could think about was the sweet sauce from that sandwich.

In a moment of weakness, I fell to my knees and started praying to whoever would listen. I prayed that I would get to taste that sauce again.

And my prayer was answered, in the least expected way possible.

I was standing at the bottom of a ten story building and someone fell right in front of me.

I don’t know what happened, it must’ve been an accident but their body was smashed on impact. I thought I was going to faint but then I smelled it… the sauce that I had been praying for. I could smell it all over him. So I knelt down beside the remains of this poor man and started eating them.

Straight away, I felt like I was home. It was like when I had that sandwich all over again.

All of a sudden, I heard someone scream behind me. I immediately turned around and saw a group of people staring at me in horror and disgust.

Right then, I had a chance to run away and disappear but I thought if this was the last time I was going to taste the sauce, I’d rather stay.

The police ended up arriving and I was taken away, I don’t remember much about the trial but in the end I was sent to an insane asylum.

They give me loads of these pills everyday to try and help with my appetite, I tell the doctors that they work but they don’t. Nowadays, I’ve just leaned to cope with the awful taste of everything.

As I sit in my padded cell staring into the wall, I think back to my old job and life and how happy I was back then. But before I get too nostalgic, I remember how good that sandwich tasted with that sauce and I immediately tell myself…

If I had to pick between a life where I never tried that sandwich and this one, I’d pick this one every time.