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Dad decided we needed Subways for lunch, so we went to the local office and put our orders in. Sort of. Things went well until Dad had to make choices.
"White bun or wholemeal?" asked the attendent behind the counter.
"Um..."
"Wholemeal," I said.
"With corned beef," said dad.
"Salad?"
"Um..." Dad stared at the salad bar for a moment. "Lettuce?"
The attendent added lettuce. "Any thing else?"
"Um..." Dad stared at the salad bar for a moment longer. "Um... tomato."
The attendent added tomato. "Any thing else?" Dad stared at the salad bar for an age, until the attendant decided to move things along. "What about sauces?"
"What do you have?"
"Tomato, BBQ, Mayonaise, sweet chillie and mustard."
"Look," said Dad at last, obviously fed up with the whole choice thing. "Just pile some shit on a bun and give it to me." Everyone in the shop fell silent. I went outside to wait.
On the way back to the office he was silent and giving off Grumpy Old Man vibes. "Bloody stupid shop," he said at last. "Next time, you're buying lunch."
"White bun or wholemeal?" asked the attendent behind the counter.
"Um..."
"Wholemeal," I said.
"With corned beef," said dad.
"Salad?"
"Um..." Dad stared at the salad bar for a moment. "Lettuce?"
The attendent added lettuce. "Any thing else?"
"Um..." Dad stared at the salad bar for a moment longer. "Um... tomato."
The attendent added tomato. "Any thing else?" Dad stared at the salad bar for an age, until the attendant decided to move things along. "What about sauces?"
"What do you have?"
"Tomato, BBQ, Mayonaise, sweet chillie and mustard."
"Look," said Dad at last, obviously fed up with the whole choice thing. "Just pile some shit on a bun and give it to me." Everyone in the shop fell silent. I went outside to wait.
On the way back to the office he was silent and giving off Grumpy Old Man vibes. "Bloody stupid shop," he said at last. "Next time, you're buying lunch."
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Date: 6 Oct 2005 14:05 (UTC)(Maybe these places whould have a random product generator for such people?)
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Date: 7 Oct 2005 02:28 (UTC)I smiled warmly at his dad's
response/dilemma...and my reaction was to hug him. It
sounded so lovingly familiar. My father, who loved his
little Abilene(you), did NOT like cafeteria, buffets,
order/assemble yourself places. He wanted to be served much
as he was at home - with grace and love and without having to
make tedious decisions. Raised hungry, it never occurred to
him to not eat what was put before him. This does not mean
that he didn't have preferences. He always took lunches to
the factory. I always thought that it was a way to save
money. Apparently it was what he preferred! Loved that
and wish that he had lived long enough for you to know his
warmth, generosity, gentleness, kindness and love. He was
one of a kind.
Much love, Mom
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