Thursday LunchPosted: September 9, 2011
I failed to mention that I ate a Jimmy John’s #12 yesterday after my Elder Care meeting. No mayo.
My first job after college graduation (Asbury College, now Asbury University, in tiny Wilmore, Kentucky) was recruiting students to said college. I traveled the triangle of Chicago, Boston, and Washington, D.C., as 80% of the student body were from outside the
state Commonwealth of Kentucky. I couldn’t believe I got to travel, have meals covered, and make a whopping 17 grand a year. Good fit for me at the time …
One day, I hurried to Bluegrass Field in Lexington, KY for a flight to Pittsburgh, PA. I was late but stopped at a Fazoli’s for a quick dinner. I ordered the platter of baked ziti, lasagna, and fettucini alfredo. After paying, I turned to get my plasticware, napkin, and drink. I turned back, grabbed my food, and found a booth.
The food was horrible–cold, clammy, and tasteless. Angry, I returned to the counter, threw down the plate, and read the riot act to the poor girl behind the counter. I finished my rant with something like “What should we do now?”.
The girl calmly told me, “Sir, please put the sample back. Your food will be ready in a minute.”