Saturday, November 10, 2007

When Lunch Goes Wrong

This week has been a bit crazy at work. It's been one of those crazy weeks where you don't even have time to eat. This Friday was especially busy. I had back-to-back meetings from 1 - 5, so I needed to grab a quick lunch so I could prep for all my meetings. I found a deli down the street from my office. It was a Greek deli, run by a bunch of Koreans. Typical for D.C. I suppose.... I ordered an Italian sub with sweet peppers - the kind you can only find on the East Coast! I paid for my sandwich and headed back to the office. When I got there, I unwrapped my sandwich only to find this:

Is this what Koreans who run a Greek deli call an Italian sub?! This is not an Italian sub. This is a Polish sausage. Polish sausage is not proper lunch-at-the-office food. Polish sausage belong at the ballpark. At picnics. County Fairs. It does not belong in my cube.

So now I'm sitting in my cube, on a rainy November day, starring down a Polish sausage. I'm at the office, so there is no ketchup. No mustard. It's just all wrong. I had no choice but to eat what I could of it. It left me day dreaming of ball parks, the Rockies, my last baseball game watching the Nationals take out the Phillies. But it just wasn't the same because I wasn't at the park on a sunny afternoon. I was in my cube on a rainy November day.

So next time you go to a Greek deli run by Koreans, make sure they know they difference between an Italian sub and Polish sausage!