I guess this should be called “Perfection Again” because my file system alerted me to the fact that “Perfection” has been used. Oh, the irony of making a mistake while writing about perfection. In any case, this time, I think I know what I’m talking about.
Some people consider the perfect morning commute to be one that doesn’t involve horrendous traffic or speeds under 50 mph (80.5 kph). Me, I consider the perfect commute to be one that includes a few stops. A sunrise or red sky over the tobacco fields is always nice. This week, it was too dark for that, but I got an interesting shot of some construction cones.
Another stop, no surprise to regular readers, is Great River Park. I always like to see what’s flowing past Hartford.
Another stop is for food. Something to tide me over until lunch, or in the case yesterday, a sandwich to go for later. Or…both.
I stopped at Maddie’s to pick up a sandwich for lunch. Maddie makes some very nice sandwiches, more than enough stuff between the bread, but not so much that you have to eat it with a fork or ask for extra bread. I get the sandwich the same way every time, but we go through the process, ‘cuz process:
“I’ll have a turkey sandwich to go.”
“White, Wheat, Rye or on a roll?”
“American, Swiss or Provolone?”
“Lettuce, tomato, mayo?”
“Pickles and chips?”
I must have had a curious look on my face, because the waitress asked me if I was sure. I told her that that was what I wanted for lunch, but that a hard roll sounded good. She looked at me and said:
“It’s not on the menu, but how about a grilled hard roll with butter?”
Oh yeah, let’s do that!
Lest I get in trouble with my NY deli friend, “pickles” in this case refers to small slices of dill pickles. If the question had been “chips and a pickle?” i.e. a dill spear, the answer would have been a big “yes please!”
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. You can follow this link to see the one-liners from the other participants.