subway

We get back in the car and i search out some lunch. Around here, there aren't many rest stops and you take what you can get. I find Subway and pull over. I wasn't expecting a blog worthy moment but one revealed itself....
The lone client in the store, I ordered a 6" tuna on whole wheat and my sandwich maker took great pains in preparing my sandwich. I'm not sure if he had ocd or just enjoyed his craft but it took the longest time i've ever experienced to actually make the sandwich. He scooped out the tuna then spread it with a knife 6 times to the right, 6 times to the left. (i counted) Then he put two pieces of cheese on the sandwich but as they are cut diagonally, he matched them up perfectly so they appeared as one slice. When he got to the vegetables, he'd hold 6 or 7 strips of peppers in his left hand and carefully place each one atop the cheese with his right, ever so slowly. And so on with the onions, cucumbers, etc... All the pickles had to touch each other and covered the length of the sandwich, leaving about an inch on either side. As i was thinking 'what the hell dude...' it was like a perfect movie cue, my eyes were averted to his apron where i read the inscribed explanation, "Sandwich Artist."
So this was an artist i was dealing with. A new approach to subway, i'll take it. I couldn't help thinking he could get away with this in the desert town but take the boy to the city and he'd never make it.
I appreciated his efforts though and i have to say it was one of the best subway sandwiches i ever had...