Thursday, February 02, 2006

Wherever I Live

I used to think that I got along pretty well with the lady at the bakery. I assumed that I'd be one of her favourites, I don't know why but let's put it down to cockiness. I always ask her how she is going, we have a bit of a chat and it's good times. I knew that the lady who used to work there in the afternoons liked me because sometimes she would sling me some free stuff late in the day, but she's gone now so that's like saying I used to be someone worth knowing. This lady in the morning though, I often try to have the correct change, she's always cheerful, I don't know, I thought that we had something special. Today, though, I found out that I'm not special to her at all.

Just about every day when I go to the bakery I order the same thing. It'll be a chicken and salad sandwich and one of those Lipton Green Teas. It really is a nice lunch, so nice that I have it almost every day. If they don't have either of those two things though, it's no big deal, I'll just get something else. And sometimes I just feel like something else. Like a cottage pie. Like a cheese and bacon roll with a chelsea bun. Like a foccacia. But that's only maybe once a month. Every other day that I get something from there I get a chicken and salad sandwich and Lipton Green Tea. The lady behind the counter has even had a go at me before for being boring.

You can imagine my surprise today then when one of her other regular customers entered just before me. He's the local lawn mower and he's got an offsider. The offsider is a young fella like me and he seemed like an alright bloke. Apparently his favourite thing on display is the chicken and salad sandwich as well. Now, when I walked in I noticed that they didn't have any chicken and salad sandwiches left, so I'd already started sizing up what I was going to get. All of a sudden though, the lady behind the counter calls out, "Oh don't worry, I've saved one for you!" and she pulls out one of my sandwiches, only she wasn't talking to me, she was talking to the Lawnmower man! I couldn't believe it! She's never saved a sandwich for me before and I'm in there just about every single day! Oh well.

It turned out okay though because the offsider, for the first time ever apparently, didn't want the chicken and salad sandwich. He wanted to try out the ham and salad. I jumped on that chicken sandwich like you would not believe in case he changed his mind.

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