One thing I'm particular about is who makes my sandwiches at the cafeteria at work. Today there was a substitute sandwich maker. I like my normal sandwich maker. I like the little Asian lady who so deftly creates culinary masterpieces that I consume. She builds each sandwich with love and care. They taste oh so good.
The lady today? She was a noob. She slapped my sandwich together haphazardly. She didn't even sprinkle it with any love. It was merely a sandwich. She didn't put enough mayo, too much lettuce, and it wasn't cut completely. The little Asian lady was there but she was stationed elsewhere. I saw her and saw the noob and shed a little tear. I imagine it looked a lot like a that scene from Shane but instead I'm saying, "Little Asian lady, come back!"
As if to prove the sandwich making prowess of the little Asian lady, one person saw her jump behind the sandwich station and asked her to make a sandwich. The little Asian lady told the person that the noob was there and she could make it. The other person exclaimed, 'No, I want YOU to make it.' I should have followed suit. Instead I sat there quietly wanting to give the noob a chance. Maybe she was a sandwich artist just waiting to be discovered.
She wasn't...
I ate the sandwich anyway. It sucked. The noob sandwich maker will not be getting my business again.
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