Yesterday was one of those frazzled days… running to catch the B-Line train from my meeting in Brookline (those from Boston already know this, but if you miss the B-Line, it’s gonna be awhile ’til the next one comes) to be able to get to work in Cambridge on time (on a day I don’t normally work). I realize, in retrospect, the 66 bus would’ve been a better idea, but please, I have no time for things that make sense.
At any rate, feeling rushed, realizing I haven’t eaten a thing since breakfast (it’s nearly 2:30), I run into the Finagle A Bagel in Harvard Square to get a sandwich. I wasn’t sure they would even have sandwiches, but they did! They even had pre-made ones, which are much more time-efficient. I grabbed a ham and swiss with lettuce on focaccia and a dragonfruit Vitamin Water and headed to the cash register. This is where it gets ugly… that little sandwich and Vitamin Water cost me $9.73. NINE SEVENTY-THREE?! That’s a rip-off. A BIG rip-off. What is this, New York?! What do I look like, a millionaire?!
So, my words of wisdom to you are these: don’t patronize(1) Finagle A Bagel… PATRONIZE(2) FINAGLE A BAGEL! And if you choose to do the former, at least get the sandwich made-to-order (if you have the time) because that’s the only thing that might have improved my experience.
- Emily S.
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1 : to act as patron of : provide aid or support for
2 : to adopt an air of condescension toward : treat haughtily or coolly
(Merriam-Webster’s Online Dictionary)
You bought a pre-fab sandwich on focaccia bread at a bagel bakery? They probably just charged you the Sucker price.
maybe. or maybe they’re just a bunch of jerks.