Ohhhh...Arbys....I'll be the first person to stand up and speak on your behalf. I know you are viewed as the worst place to eat, but you treat me soooo good. Sometimes, I do get so hungry, I would eat arbys. Well...sometimes you get so depressed, you would eat Arbys, well, at least I did. This Happened to me about a month and half ago. I had just gotten out of my realtinship and was lost. I would drive around aimlesly, and felt, like I was going knowhere in my life. I thought that one day, it would be a great cheer up if I indulged in an "Arbys" roast beef sandwich, culrley fries, and the magic mixture of Horsey sauce and Arbys House sauce, wich is basically ketchup, proabably made from old tomatoes. So, to make a long story short, I grab my order, and make my way to the back of the empty resturaunt. Ok...so did you catch that last sentence? ....."EMPTY". Yeah....there is nothing more depressing than eating In an empty arbys, as you gorge on roast beef. I felt so pathetic. I knew I hit rock bottom. I was embarrased and depressed, as I poured the arby sauce all over everything. I think A tear even fell in my horsey sauce.
Well...I've come up leaps and bounds since then, and life is better than what It was befor. I have not been back to an arbys since, and I don't plain on it anytime soon. I guess a good realization came to me, as I bit into the massive sandwich of meat. The relationship I was in, was the Arbys of relationship.