Current mood:

full

It's the little things...
OK, so sometimes I get overly amused by life - but really it's when things happen that I'd never have predicted. I just had such an event today at lunch, and really it makes me want to go to Jimmy John's more, simply to give them money in exchange for the joy I got. Anyways...

There I am, chowing on a sub and reading a book (I was over at the bank running errands, so while I was out I figured I'd get some lunch and enjoy the sunshine) when a woman sitting just across the dining area from my heads to the register and asks if they have any plastic utensils or anything. Now, the Jimmy John's menu is entirely comprised of subs, chips, and drinks - so there's really not much call for utensils of any kind. The guy at the register says, "Ma'am, I honestly don't think we have a fork anywhere in this building." She laughs as she's leaving the counter, and the guy actually assembling subs holds up his hands and does kind of a "jazz hands" thing while yelling "YOU GOTTA EACH WITH YO' HANDS!!!" in a very playful way. It's hard for me to describe the good-natured vibe without going all authory-formal on my Livejournal - which I just won't do - but trust me, it was pretty funny. So the lady goes, "Can I have some gloves?" and the sub-guy realizes that he's assembling gloves with those little disposable plastic gloves that sandwich makers tend to wear and he laughs. Then, the register-guy notes that he's sure that the places next door have silver/plastic-wear, and one of the other customers suggests staging a raid to liberate some supplies. Things then progressed to an evaluation of the probable defenses that local restaurantiers could bring to bear, along with a lament for the lack of local French cuisine - as that would make for the perfect, minimal-resistance raid.

Eventually, the joke wound down - but I was very highly amused and remembering it still brings a grin. The ham sub was good, too. Hooray!