It is my habit on pay day to treat myself to breakfast out.
Yes, I am aware that I have a clubhouse sandwich above...
because when I got to the chain restaurant,
that is what sounded good.
I figured that I could eat half of it and take the other half home to
the man, who's habit is to snooze longer than I.
So I ordered it and then sipped my cup of coffe,
poured from my own mini pot
and worked on my puzzle.
The sandwich arrived in due time.
Without thinking much about it, I took a bite
and filled in a word on my puzzle.
It tasted good... very good... but wrong.
I took a second bite.
Hummm...
I peered at it.
Ah ha!
There was no turkey on it.
I called the waitress over and pointed out that no turkey
lay between my bread.
Blink, blink.
"Well I guess it's a BLT then."
"But I ordered a clubhouse and it has turkey."
She glanced uneasily at the kitchen window.
She whispered that the cook is a dick.
I pointed out that the BLT costs two dollars less.
She offered to take two dollars off.
No.
I got up and walked to the counter and waved at the cook.
I told him that my turkey was missing.
He grunted an apology and accepted the plate back.
I rarely ever send anything back.
But darn it... I wanted a clubhouse.
I went back to my coffee and puzzle.
The manager decided to bring me my sandwich...
except she gave it to the woman the next table over...
who thanked her for it...
then passed it to me.
What a strange day this is going to be.
Hope your hump day is a happy one!
