There is a fantastically tasty national sandwichery that we don’t have in New Jersey (Yet!...since I am told they are putting one in down by
Back many moons ago, when he was studying to go to sandwich
On my way home from North Carolina, I had occasion to stop for dinner and, since there was a franchise of this sandwichery en route, I decided to stop and eat there. I then proceeded to order my usual.
“Can I get a #3 LBI.”
The girl employee making sandwiches stared at me while dude employee rang me up. Then she starts to take all the delicious, fluffy, white carbohydrate-y goodness out of the middle of the bread (as is standard). I may have over reacted a little and done a Star Wars-esque NOOOOOOOOO!. Maybe. See LBI means, “I’m terribly sorry and I know y’all worked very hard to know the proper way to balance a sandwich but I am a fat fuck and I love bread so please leave all the bread guts in my sandwich so I may grow large with calories”.
Girl employee had this explained to herby dude employee, got out another roll and made my dinner (because they are good like that at National Sandwichery) while he and I had a brief conversation in which he asked where I learned to order as such and I told him the my best friend used to manage his sister store before moving to corporate. No biggie, all on the up and up, and also not terribly interesting.
But I am a child of the connected generation, so I felt the need to tell Indie Jake about this encounter. Which resulted in the following conversation:
...it’s slightly funnier when you take into account the fact that #3 is a tuna sandwich.