There was a tall inebriated man at the counter in front of me. He was trying to order a sandwich, but things were not going well.
He was explaining that the advertisement said a foot-long ham sandwich was only $4.99. They tried to tell him they were out of ham. This went back and forth too long, and then there was some kind of shift change.
The woman who was trying to explain about the ham to the man now had to explain the same thing to her colleague, who had just started her shift.
“We don’t have any ham or turkey or American cheese,” the first woman said.
The second woman walked over to me and smiled and put some food service gloves on, with a “May I help you?” look on her face.
I paused a moment.
“Well, I’d like a ham and turkey and American cheese sub.”
There was stunned silence. Nobody moved.
“I’m joking!” I said.
The woman waiting on me exploded in laughter. The first woman did, too. As did the tall man who still didn’t have his sandwich. He laughed the loudest and reached out with a fist bump.