Now, maybe I should know better than to buy sandwiches late at night from Spar shops when I’m drunk. At least it wasn’t a dirty kebab. But that still doesn’t mean it’s OK that the tomato was mouldy. I was on the busy so I couldn’t go back. I had to spit it out, on the crowded bus, looking like a moron. I still get a bit queasy at the thought of tomato in sandwiches. Never been back. Ick. Wrong. Gross.