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                   Scenes from a Gas Station Deli at 4:05 am
                                        
On the way out, I ran into JB from The Company making a food run. “Hey Sean,”
he said. “If you had but asked, I would have gladly taken your order for
food.”

“Sorry,” I said. “But alas, I was hungry and I needed sustenance.”

“Then will you join me in my quest for food for our fellow cow-orkers?”

“I have been here already half an hour and I fear that your quest shall take
a fair amount of time of which I do not wish to partake in.”

“Please, just a few minutes,” JB said. His tone was such that I relented.

We bantered for the few moments it took us to walk to the deli counter.
“Please, sir, I would like to order four subs,” JB said to the deli clerk.

…

“Sir, four subs please.” The deli clerk made some motion with his head. “Do
you not do the subs?”

The deli clerk perked up. “Yes,” he said.

“Then four subs.”

…

“I shall see you back in the comfort of The Company offices,” I said to JB,
not willing to endure any more of this deli tonight.


Email Sean Conner at sean@conman.org

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