No Mayo!

And yet I still keep going back. Sucker. Guess that proves if you're hungry enough, you'll eat anything.

There's a little deli across the street from where I work, and on the days I want to work straight through so I can get out, I run there to grab a sandwich. The woman that makes the sandwiches, bless her heart. EVERY TIME without fail, I say "no mayo, please." I happen to fall into the camp that says, "Hey, this egg salad sandwich is MADE with mayonnaise, why would I need to add more?" Same for the tuna salad sandwich. Don't give me any more mayo than already comes with it! It's not like it's dry or anything.

And without fail, every time I say this, and many times she even repeats it back to me: "No mayo?" And I answer "No mayo, thanks." Without fail, the sandwich has mayo. It has become so amusing to me that I've started counting with tick marks on a post-it every time I get back to my desk with a mayo-creamed sandwich. We're up to seven now. And six prior times I said, "That's it, I'm never going back." Then my stomach gets the better of me and skipping lunch suddenly becomes less attractive.

I've begun to like mayo. :P