Saturday, July 11, 2015

They don't always make what you waaaant

So I've discovered that in many places in Brooklyn, you don't get what you want.

Last night, I walked over to a local bodega to get a sandwich and a drink for dinner.  This was my second time there.  The man cooking asked me what I wanted.  I told him I wanted a grilled turkey and cheese on a roll to go with a bit of mayo.  Now that order sounds pretty simple, right?

I guess people look at me and think I need a little more adventure in my life.  The man for the second time this week says, "no, let me hook you up with something you'll like."  I said I'd just like a turkey and cheese.  "No, trust me, you'll like this, it's good."  So, with a sigh, I said fine.

Admittedly, the very messy cajun, chicken, bacon, pepper jack with chipotle mayo did taste good.  The challenge is, it isn't what I wanted for dinner.

The same thing happened at lunch at the cafeteria.  I asked for a sandwich with two pickles on the side.  The lady making it chooses to give me six pickles instead.  I'm not one to complain, but there is no way I can eat six pickles with my lunch.  She thinks she is "hooking me up."  Challenge is that she does this almost every day, so now I have a plate with more than 20 extra pickles in the office fridge and people think I'm even weirder than I already am. (I do love pickles…where you can get them in Brooklyn)

And then there is Sue the Chinese Lady....more to come on her.

I'm not complaining, just adjusting to either have to give in and eat what people choose for me to eat, or be even more assertive (trust me when I say I'm already very assertive) to the point of me feeling like a jerk to just get what I want.

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