ray & i went to anotherthyme for dinner the other night.
we were told that the soup special was "beet, fennel & lime soup"
after a brief pause, our waiter said, "i don't like it."
i laughed.
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the beef jerky man had an enthusiasm for his job that none of the other wandering food guys possessed.
he walked down to the front of our section and shouted, "beef jerky! who wants beef jerky?? ... HEY! WAKE UP!!! WHO WANTS BEEF JERKY??"
we all giggled collectively when he shouted at us. we appreciated his passion for jerky.
after several visits to our area throughout the game, he finally started selling some jerky. in fact, on one visit i think he sold maybe 3 packets. he was finishing up the third transaction as the first customer began eating his. that customer turned around to the jerky man and told him it was good.
the jerky man put an exaggerated hand to his hear, leaned towards the compliment, and loudly said, for our benefit, "what's that?? yes, it IS excellent jerky, isn't it??"
he ended the evening like any good comedian and said, "i'll be back friday!"
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on the days when i leave the office for lunch, i often go to subway. i have two subways to choose from, and though one may be a little closer than the other i always opt for the one with the smiling sandwich maker.
he's dark-complected, of unknown ethnicity, short and bright-eyed. he smiles when i walk in. he's attentive. he always makes some sort of funny comment. today, as he was finishing my sandwich, he said, "is this for here or to go?"
"to go."
"¿aquí o ir?", he said.
i looked at him like he was crazy.
"that's spanish... 'here or to go?' do you speak spanish?" he smiled.
"no. i wish i did." i couldn't help smiling back.
"do you speak french?"
"un peu," i said.
he grinned.
Posted by xta at May 10, 2005 3:41 PM | TrackBackYou are not fooling anyone, this was simply an excuse to tell us all that the Subway Sandwich artist is flirting with you, and you like it. As far as my own flirting escapades...........
I was terribly disappointed at Starbucks this morning, they apparently are hiring only old boring dudes now and the young pierced and tattoed hotties who normally prepare my beverages were nowhere in site. There was no one to call out "Fat Free Latte for Bridgette!" in a jovial voice. Or to comment on the weather, or other such things as they imagine and old fat chick like me might enjoy.
Relish your relationship with the Sandwich artist, some day he might not be there for you!
And then where will you be?
Sandwichless, that's where.
silly girl... i should have mentioned that the sandwich man is easily 50 years old. i don't think he's flirting, i think he's just happy.
the worst subway of all is halfway along my commute... it's primarily staffed by high schoolers who would rather be doing ANYTHING than building my sandwich.
Posted by: christa at May 10, 2005 4:36 PMHappy flirting?
When I was just out of college and briefly vegetarian, I ate a lot of Subway veggie specials at the Eastgate store in Chapel Hill. The staff was mostly Iranian, and the twenty-something guy who most often made my lunch spoke English, Farsi, Arabic, and maybe some French. I wonder whatever happened to him? I seem to recall that he was a very-minority owner in the franchise.
Posted by: Phil at May 10, 2005 10:10 PM