March 7th, 2006

krazy koati

Customers should see salami coming through the rye

I don't eat at Subway in the US, because I've found their hoagies are a fine way to pass time, but not to make me any less hungry, and fine as the decor is, I look mostly for decreasing my hunger in buying food. But since I finally found some here, I've found the Singaporean Subway hoagies can leave me pretty well un-hungry for the rest of the day.

So what was with the person ahead of me in line who was having enormous difficulty with every aspect of the sandwich concept? I mean every. It wasn't just that he couldn't decide among plenty of sandwich types, five breads, plus the six or twelve inch size, the ``toasted bread'' and ``all vegetables?'' and ``dressing?'' and ``salt and pepper?'' issues to confuse people who thought they'd finished their decision-making for the day. I've been baffled that way myself.

This person had questions about the size. And follow-up questions. And questions about the bread types. And another question. And another. For several minutes each time I thought he was moving down the assembly line -- and the queue behind me got ready to move forward -- he'd jump back and preempt my sandwich order. He was with a woman I guessed was his girlfriend, and she had no problem with ordering. This guy? I didn't know you could ask multiple questions about sizes of drinking cups. Guessed Girlfriend looked so embarrassed.

I don't want to be a curmudgeon, despite the vast economic and social benefits offered by that lifestyle. I like being nice too much, and I think that attitude is no small part of why I have such a thoroughly pleasant life. That's what makes my fit of pique such a strong experience. But it's sandwiches. You don't get to ask follow-up questions about egg mayonnaise.

Trivia: Guglielmo Marconi was one of the 8,500 motorists on British roads the year the Motor Car Act of 1904 came into effect. He drove a new Mercedes. Source: Signor Marconi's Magic Box, Gavin Weightman.

Currently Reading: What If? Richard A Lupoff, Editor. The back cover mentions Lupoff as a ``famed science fiction writer and critic,'' making me wonder if anybody's ever heard of him. (The Internet Science Fiction Database seems to have, barely.) The book's billed as Volume One, but there doesn't seem to have been a Volume Two. I'd think if science fiction anthologies could sell at all a Hugo-Coulda-Wons would be a respectable series.