I lost the bet and have never felt less triumphant than I did on night 2 when I opened the mailbox to see the letter I myself had sent two days prior from a spot not 10 feet away. It all worked out though. I accused the roommate of cheating because he refused to agree that Sunday shouldn't have counted as a day. Incidentally, whether or not Sunday counted as a day or not had nothing to do with the outcome. I still lost. However, I was looking to weasel out of paying up and this was the idea that came to me.
In the end, we compromised. I agreed to make a Big Sandwich, as well as go to the grocery store and get everything we needed for said Big Sandwich, but I would use the money I owed Craig to buy said stuff. What's the Big Sandwich you ask? More on that soon.
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