When things go Wrong!

 

Our  💔💔💔 are broken, all three of us. Our favorite place to buy lunch is Permanently closed. Bob loves Philly Cheese Steak, I love the lamb Gyro. We both love the grilled fish and Beau loves all three.

 Tuesday, I woke up craving the Gyro, also did not want to COOK.

As I drove to Salems, I could taste that gyro.

The parking Lot had crime scene yellow tape, on all 3 entrances, the building was dark.

It was Closed!

I fought my way east in lunch time traffic, headed for Publix Deli.

The Store Was Jammed. The Deli is popular at lunch time.

I get in line for a custom-made Italian Sub for Bob

I know what to say, but there was no one to say it to.

The man next to the deli, is the baker. 

He kept glancing at me and finally said someone will be right there!

YBW (yes but when) I waited for a full minute, that felt like 10, and a girl walked up and started loading all the veggies in trays, the things we choose from to put on the sub.

She never looked at me or spoke. Aha! a 2nd lady comes up and asks if she can help.

I came close to saying a snarky, No I just stood here foe 2 minutes because I like standing and waiting.

I said "yes, please, I want Boarshead Italian Sub, American White cheese on a whole white bread.

I waited, she said White Bread. YES! 

She looks through all the loaves like they are different, pulls one down and cuts and cuts and cuts trying to get it in half.  I said Mayo and spicy mustard, BOTH. (Learned from prior visits to say it when they get ready to do it or they forget) 

She says "Mayo? Mustard? yellow?

BoarsHead or Publix meat? What kind of cheese?

ARRRH  I will spare you the rest, it went on and on and then after a good 5 minutes she goes to put it in the bag, and the bag is too short. She starts to put stickers on the end to cover it so it fits in, the baker says, wrong size bag, she keeps adding stickers. Since both halves are wrapped, I say nothing but Boy and I thinking things in my head.

She was slower than molasses and I don't think she will last long.

I turn around to retrieve my Quick to Go Cuban Half Sandwich out of the Quick to Go counter. 

And There She is!

A Little Old Lady, maybe Deaf and blind, her phone to her ear, even though she had it on speaker and was yelling, her basket and her body covering the 5 feet of Quick to Go Counter. 

I wait. 

She picks up each sandwich and says THIS one has ham, but it has American Cheese, this one has Ham with Swiss cheese. This one on and on and on. 

I am boiling, the woman that made Bob's sandwich added to NO GYRO and I wanted to scream at her.

I waited at least a minute or more, decided to walk around the other side and get myself under control because I am close to LOSING it and telling her an earful.

I remind myself she is OLD, but then so am I. I ponder cheeses and breads and stuff i don't want and walk back around and SHE IS STILL READING off the sandwiches.

the other old person, her hubby can't make a decision.

I walk over to her basket, jerked it out of the way, shoved it in the middle of the aisle, reached over her and grabbed what I wanted, way in the back so I knew she did not READ IT to the person on the phone.

She never stopped talking and did not even notice I moved the basket.

I knew when I bought the Cuban that I am not supposed to eat it. but once every 2 weeks I eat a lunch I should not eat. 

Yes! it did upset my IBS and I think it was the STRESS of the shopping trip, not the food that did it

I DID NOT HAVE TO COOK OR CLEAN THE KITCHEN.

Was it worth it?