This not a stop on the Club Sandwich Tour, just a metaphorical look at relationships.
Suppose you are at your favorite lunch spot, and you are famished. You have before you your usual delicious club sandwich--chicken and bacon with lettuce, tomato and mayo, on three slices of white toast, cut in quarters, pricked with frill picks, and served with a plethora of crispy, salty potato chips. Now, suppose, on top of that mound of light and golden chips, you see a small piece of hair. Say it's an eyelash.
What do you do?
What I would do is this: Throw away the hair, throw away the chip it was on and all surrounding chips. Then eat the rest of the chips and the delicious club sandwich. Wouldn't you?
BUT, suppose you have the bounty of chips and a double-decker sandwich on white toast with frilly picks, but instead of chicken, bacon, or any other filling, the sandwich is filled with shit.
You wouldn't eat any of it. Not even a corner of the one chip farthest from the sandwich. Even if it had been your favorite lunch spot for years, you would never, ever go back.
Well, I wouldn't.
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ReplyDeleteI'm supposing that there is more involved than just a hair or shit on the sandwich... but I wouldn't go back, either. And I'd send the one with hair on it back.
I guess that's a way of saying, "I don't take any shit." I would not return to that restaurant, either
ReplyDeleteWhen you find a hair, how can you be totally certain that it's not your own?
ReplyDeleteUnless the hair is obvioulsy a different color or texture, you can't be sure. So it makes sense to be a little accomodating.
ReplyDeleteBut the shit? You'd know if you'd put that there yourself.
Wow, nobody's commented since 2009. When I find a hair in my food at
ReplyDelete"Hooters" I get excited; until the 300 pound blond cook comes out of the
kitchen!!