Today I found myself with a lot of downtime at work rather than the grueling endless line of sandwiches I usually have to make. I got to have proper interactions with my coworkers and it was fun. To top it off, I was able to stop a drunk man from shoplifting more alcohol which he obviously didn’t need.
I even had time to hang out at the deli sushi bar, which, being literally three steps away from my sandwich bar, I get to see a lot. Our poor sushi chef works seven days a week, often for more than eight hours, but is really cool about it. With all my extra time, I even was allowed to make a couple of rolls which she let me keep and have for lunch.
One unrelated memory came to my mind today as well. It was of a time when sandwiches were interesting, and not just everyday life. It was of this sandwich.
This came from a random sandwich shop in Brussels, Belgium, where I visited during my time studying abroad in France. I believe this one was called ‘L’Amsterdam.’ And it was a pretty good sandwich.
