Today, Quizno's got the honor of hosting me for my lunch break. I usually (well, not usually, I always) order the same thing from them: a small traditional with no lettuce. The girl who was fixing my sandwich has been there for a while. I've seen her many times. I trust her to make my sandwich the way it should be done.
"For here or to go?"
"For here."
"Do you want lettuce, tomato, onion and olives?"
"No lettuce please."
"So, you want everything but lettuce?"
"Yes."
I watched her make the sandwich. She piled on turkey and swiss cheese. A traditional has turkey, roast beef, and ham with cheddar cheese.
"Is that the traditional you're making?"
"Oh yeah! You wanted a traditional. Sorry. I have a concussion."
What?!? Um, ok, what is she doing at work if she has a concussion? She remade my sandwich and put it through the mezmerizing sandwich-toasting machine. When it came out on the other side, she put yellow peppers and lettuce on it and wrapped it up to go. Hold on just a gosh darn second! Didn't I ask to stay, and for no lettuce? Let's review:
"For here or to go?"
"For here."
"Do you want lettuce, tomato, onion and olives?"
"No lettuce please."
"So, you want everything but lettuce?"
"Yes."
Lesson learned: if you have a concussion, it's best you stay home. If you have a concussion, you shouldn't be making sandwiches and dealing with sharp objects (such as knives). If you have a concussion and you have me for your lunch customer, you're totally screwed because I'm cursed and will drag your bruised brain with me.
As I exited Quiznos and rounded the corner to my car, I saw a familiar blond lady standing in front of the entrance to Cafe Rio.
HOLY CRAP!
This was the lady who was once part of my family. She and my cousin had been dating since they were in eighth grade. When they were 22 they got married. I was 14, and was one of her bridesmaids. I grew up knowing her as my cousin. Six months later, she divorced him, shocking and hurting our family immensely. My poor cousin was totally crushed. She claimed she only married him so she could have a wedding. Six months after that she begged for him back. My cousin was smart and said "no thanks." That was 11 years ago.
I paused, wondering if I should say something to her. And if so, what would I say?
Hi, remember me? Remember my cousin? Yeah you do, BITCH!
-or-
I don't know if you remember me, but I sure do remember you. We all remember you. Don't worry, karma's on our side now.
-or something simple like-
Hi, what's it been, like 10 years?
I decided against saying anything to her. I doubt she recognized me. I look different than I did when I was 14. I walked toward her and she looked right at me. We made eye contact. She didn't flinch. I walked right past her. She didn't recognize me at all.
I'm still wondering if I should have said hello to her.
Brand: Who cares? They're comfy!
Name: My slippers
Color: you can tell me as well as I can tell you
Size: M
4 comments:
hmm..should have said hi. would have been a cooler story..though its still a good story, but I mean a fight is always better. :)
i had a concussion once. they brought me to the hospital..the first thing they asked was my ss#. i spit it out in a flash. so for sure she can remember no lettuce.
i think i might have had to say something to her like: "had any more weddings lately?"
and the color of the slippers appear to be a mixture of asphalt grime and water stains.
please tell me you didn't wear those to work today.
Umm, yeah I had a concussion once but I was unconcious for three days. But afterwards I was fine, no memory loss or anything, I think she was just dumb and needed and excuse.
Yeah I don't know what I would say to my brothers exwife if I saw her, she basically did the same thing... biatch!
I ran into her when I was in college, and she acted all friendly to me. I can't believe you saw her! How did she look? You know you have to tell Charm she looked like crap! :)
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