sandwiches and the need to smack people with pickles*

I put myself through nursing school with the help of the GI bill (Go NAVY!), and, working at a Mini-mart. I started in the deli of said mini mart, where the specialty was broasted chicken and potato's, and of course, deli sandwiches.
Does anyone else beside's me notice the summer trend of having deli sandwiches for dinner? Deli sandwiches made in a mini mart? No? Yes? It's true. I can attest to it. Whole families, coming in with huge sandwich orders. It got to the point where I could make sandwiches at the speed of light. Then, before my shift would end, my own mother would call, wanting me to bring home deli sandwiches for dinner. Which would make me grumpy, because, the last thing I wanted for dinner was a sandwich from my own mini mart. Worse? If she didn't want the sandwiches, she wanted the broasted chicken. Greasy, broasted chicken. My mom makes really good fried chicken, and why she wanted mini mart chicken, I will never know. My first summer working there, my clothes that I wore to work actually drew ants.
We used the generic, pre-sliced dill pickles for our sandwiches. The kind that fly across the room, extremly well. And stick to the wall. Little pickle frisbees. When someone used to bog me down with ridiculous sandwich orders, I would envision throwing said pickles at them, and only being satisfied when a pickle would stick to the middle of their forehead, like a third eye. Of course, needing to keep my job stopped me from actually ever realizing my dream.


*this is what happens when I ask MM for any, random blog topic. Go over to his blog if you want to read something interesting today.