So I was at Subway with my best friend and instead of ordering a 12 inches sandwich (like I usually do), I decided to have a salad. The guy who took my order was the same guy who called me a dyke two years ago (in real life) and I was shocked to see how nice he was. Then, I was trapped in a fish tank with two people who, in real life, were patients I met at the hospital. The tank was rather empty, it had some live sand and some algae. My "tank mates" kept saying that they wanted a kitchen and a swing so staying in the tank would not be so boring. Instead of getting those things, I bought a cheap dollhouse.