There was a guy with a very typical but not too like specifically characterized homeless smell, that reminded me of my own smelly situation. Some girls working there also sounded like they said something was rotting flesh. One of them sang a kinda hip or spunky tune, and it was pretty good. (Something just fell over.) There was a girl shorter than me with PJ pants who was cute and walked behind me, kinda nostalgically, maybe dark-medium brown hair bunched up in the back, straight and smooth. So, I had a sub with pickes, grapefruit juice, and sour gummies which weren't very sour.