Loading ...Contrary to the belief of some, who think I subsist on birdwatching, I do in fact have a means of employment. I have a room wherein I think and a chair whereupon I sit. Now, contrary to the practices of some of my colleagues, who subsist on the profane nourishment that is stress, I opine that a little food taken is a salve to the weakened body; and I ask: where please can I get a good sandwich?
There are some places near to the university, but one is required to spend c. US $5 on two rounds of filled bread. Please remember that 1 billion people, at least, earn a dollar a day. I am spending five times that on a sandwich!
And here is the best bit: they are disgusting! Today I went to O’Neils Sandwich bar. They claim to be Irish but I think that they are American. They only employ youthful students and youthful foreign workers. The foreign workers haven’t mastered English at all, and I can happily overlook that, but the youthful locals sometimes seem to be even more stupid and ignorant of English. I asked a local girl for a serviette (because they never include them) and she stared at me in complete ignorance until I told her that they are like tissues. The sandwich itself is completely covered, inside and out, with oil. The barista didn’t take care with the oil and it also covered the paper bag the stuff was put in.
And there you have it: a dispiriting experience which left me honestly wondering, ‘where can I get a good sandwich?’
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Sarmad, perhaps you should leave the mundane to Saleem.