Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Steak Sandwich

I only have $11 in my account, but that doesn’t matter because I’ve left my bank card at home anyway. I have a few minutes to run and grab lunch, so I scrounge through my bag for loose change and come up with $6-50 in silver and head for the local deli. The woman behind the counter sighs impatiently as I scour the menu for something I might be able to afford. I can only judge by names though, because they haven’t written the prices anywhere. I decide on a steak sandwich with the lot, and she shouts the order to the kitchen staff before turning back to me and delivering the bad news, “$7-50 thanks”

Oh. “How much is a steak sandwich with ... not the lot?”

She sighs again, scowls at me and says, “$6-50”

I am pretty embarrassed but much relieved, and I order a steak sandwich with not the lot. She shouts out to the kitchen again, “she wants a plain steak sandwich now! Take out the bacon!” There are other customers by now, so I don’t tell her that I actually do really want that bacon but just can’t afford it. But I don’t stay there to eat my lunch – there aren’t any tables for one, and I don’t want to be told off again. I take my little paper bag and have my solitary lunch in the study room at the clinic.

It’s lonely at the bottom.


Vonbon said...


Anonymous said...


my verification was furappus. Nasty

PTR said...

Awww. But why not just ask, "What can I get for 6.50?"

Pink Stethoscopes said...

Honestly, she didn't look like she was up for that conversation. That lady looked mean and I was scared and I just hoped it would come to $6-49 so I wouldn't get into trouble.

What on Earth is 'furappus'?