From the depths of 2013 I spit at thee....OR

          Welcome 2014 cont'd.

     Neighbors.  That was a hope my sister was holding out for.  That they would know someone, who on the morn of New Years Eve would come and fix the fridge.

     I knew that wasn't happening so I didn't bother.  Made a few run around trips.  Coin store didn't open until 10.  I'd brought another cigar so decided to smoke it.  Long story short the coins were very disappointing in terms of sales.  Such is life.  Back to the house.

     Sister was much more calm.  Reiterated several times, "Freezer on bottom with an ice maker.  No double doors. Must have an ice maker."

     I said fine and began went to begin my search.  But then the discussion about what to do for lunch arose.  I shook my head.  I didn't take off from work to concern myself with this.  We decided on a Kosher Deli, best way to put it I guess.  They make wonderful food and she loves their corned beef sandwiches.   Even the brother in law enjoys a roast beef sandwich from there.

     Ordering from my car like I've done hundreds of times.  I mean it is literally just 7 miles away.

"I'd like to place an order."  I always say this.
"When do you need it?" the angry man asked.
"10 minutes.  I need a corned beef on rye" thinking the cashier was being a bit rude.
"Are you kidding!? bye bye." and he hung up

     Undaunted and undeterred I decided to go.  Maybe the individual was having a bad day.  I certainly didn't think the person would fill the order.  I got there and the place was chaotic.  They were preparing trays for New Years Eve parties.  So I could see how my order might be puny.  Stepping up to the counter I asked for my sandwich.

Tall dude, who seemed in charge, and I'd never before seen, glared at me.  Usual dude took care of the sandwich.
"That was you!?" the tall man said.
"Yeah, I do this all the time."  which was true.
"1 sandwhich!  Would you order a slice of pizza over the phone?!"
"Not only would I. I have."  Wished the guy who made my sandwich a Happy New Year.  turned my back and left.

     Idiot dude.  And what I said was the truth.  Okay it was usually 2 slices.  Chicken Marsala for my sister and Sicilian for  the brother in law.  I was also a good customer of the place.  And as I pointed out, it was never on a holiday when they were plating trays.  Still, what a rude person.

t.b.c.
no, I'm not joking.  but we do get to the fridge shopping next entry.