Subway

Finally, at 2pm today, I had time to run out and get some lunch. This is a little bit of a treat because usually "running out for lunch" means sauntering into the kitchen and remembering where I put the leftovers from dinner the night before. And there's a burrito place around the corner from work that I used to like, so I figure I'll go there.

I grab my coat and ID (so I can get back in the building) and figure that even though I don't have cash in my hand, I've got a credit card and that should buy me anything.

Wrong. They don't take Discover (or American Express) at my favorite burrito place. I find this out after I've ordered, by the way.

So I walk out trying to figure out where to go next. I'm hungry. I want something relatively healthy and fast. McDonald's is not an option. Plus, it's cold out. Not Milwaukee cold, but cold enough that I don't feel like walking any farther away from the office than I already have. My choices therefore are limited. Fuddruckers - no. Starbucks - no. Capitol Grill Barbeque - definitely no. And then there's Subway. Ok, I haven't been there in a really, really long time. It's easy and that's where I head.

At 2pm it's not surprising that I'm the only customer in the store.

I order a tuna sandwich, extra pickles. Here, extra pickles evidently means they give you a second slice. And let me be clear. Their pickles are not sliced the long way, nor are they spears. They are the little round sandwich pickles you see on the commercials for hamburgers. Two? That's barely even a serving of vegetables under the Reagan administration. A little lettuce, a few olives (most of which fell off in the process of wrapping up the sandwich) and I had my lunch.

The same man that made my sandwich took off his plastic gloves to ring me up at the register (where they do take Discover), looks up and then asks, "what kind of sandwich?" Huh? I'm the only person in the store and YOU made the sandwich. Maybe I misunderstood. So I said, "What?" And he said, again, "What kind of sandwich?" And I replied, "You made me a tuna sandwich." To which he said, "oh yeah."

Weird. Just weird. (but a good tuna sandwich)