Last week I went to get a sandwich. Simple, right?
When I went into the sandwich shop, I ran into my daughter and fam which turned out to be a good thing for me because I got to graze at their table. I ate half her sandwich and part of my oldest grandgirl’s chips.
After I finished, I got in line to order a sandwich for DH. There were six people in line in front of me and three behind me. I waited, and waited, and waited.
Then, something strange happened. The couple behind me got their order, and I was still standing there.
Next, the dude behind me got his sandwich. What?
How did that happen?
For a change, I kept my mouth shut. When I finally got my order, I guess I took too long to take the receipt from the change-maker’s hand, and she threw my receipt on the counter. “Really?” I said to her. She just looked at me.
I took my order and left without thinking much more about it.
The next day I was eating the half of the sandwich DH didn’t eat, and it seemed strange to me that I was eating a turkey sandwich when I had ordered an Italian club. Did she put the Italian stuff only on his half?
I asked DH that night about his half of the sandwich. He said he only had turkey, too. He thought that’s what I had ordered.
I’m guessing I got the dude’s sandwich that was three behind me. Humph.
I hope whoever got my Italian club enjoyed it.