Thursday, March 21, 2013

Spicy Italian On.........?

Yesterday morning when my alarm went off at 5:30 I had only been asleep for about ten minutes. Earlier at 1:38 I woke because I could hardly breathe due to the cold I caught that MeMa had been battling since last week.  I did all the things they tell you to do in order to avoid it, but that never works. Unless one does the unthinkable and when your spouse says they are coming down with the flu, you pack a bag and say "Ta ta, see you when you are well" and out the door you go.  I am not that brave or stupid, I will readily admit that I am truly spoiled and would probably die a retched death if she were gone more than a week.  For instance whilst I was enjoying my "senior vacation packet" in Arizona, my twin brother got the bright idea that we should all go to Subway Sandwich and order take out. Everyone chirped up in agreement and off we went.  I sat in the back seat silently worried about where we were headed.  Upon our arrival I took to the back of the line and when it was my turn to place my order I stood there a red faced stammering fool, my brother smiled and said, "It's your turn."  I quickly took out my cell phone and called MeMa, blurting out, "What kind of Subway sandwich do I like and what do I like on it?"  I told MeMa that if she was done laughing I would like to place my order as there were at least five people waiting in line behind me.  The gentleman directly behind me said, "Oh no you go right ahead and take your time, this is too good."  At  that same moment in between hiccups of laughter my brother was telling the masses that I was calling my wife in Portland Oregon.
As MeMa told me what I liked I would repeat it to the giggling teen that was building my sandwich. When all was finished I turned and walked quickly out of the shop.  We drove up in a white car, so through the heat of my embarrassment I opened the passenger side door of the white car parked before me only to be met by an unfamiliar woman working on a laptop in the drivers seat.  I quickly slammed the door while saying, "Oh damn, wrong white car."  As I was opening the correct door on the correct white car, the smartly dressed woman opened her window and said, "Where are you going honey, you brought lunch?"  It was a very noisy ride back to my brothers house with all those monkeys laughing it up.  After we ate and my brother was doing the clearing up he picked up the half sandwich I couldn't eat, smiling he said, "Oh look here, she forgot to tell him he only likes half a sandwich."
I shall always remember what to order at a Subway Sandwich shop........Spicy Italian on wheat bread....or was it the sourdough????


  1. I LOVE it...and all I have to say is thank heavens for cell phones :D:D:D:D:D ROTFLhereinFL

  2. Sounds a fun day had by all. I must admit I like a spicy Italian subway. Though if memory serves correct an actual American Subway is nicer than one ordered here.

  3. Lovely story and, yes, what would you have done before cellphones!!!!!!!

  4. Aw, Doc. *hugs* :-)
    If it helps, my youngest (he was 22 when this happened) had to ask me at breakfast, in a restaurant, how he liked his eggs fixed.
    Then earlier this year, he emailed me to ask him how he did his taxes last year.
    I had the boys do their own taxes last year, so they'd know how to do them.
    And the middle boy misplaced his W-2 and had to get his work to send him a new one.

    I hope both of you get well, soon. *hugs* and God bless. ♥

  5. And I have to ask my wife what clothes to wear; I'm hopeless at judging temperature/weather/clothing combinations.