The Beast didn't have time for a propper lunch today , so I rushed along to the Deli Sandwich Bar(One of two Mr Frobisher) to get a made to order baguette .
For once the gods seemed to be smiling on me as there was a very small queue , and after doing a bit of maths to ensure I joined the queue at the right stage and get served by the Italian Grandmother , whose ovaries start twitching whenever she claps eyes on the Beast's sturdy frame and if I give her a bit of the old flannel I get a beautifully made sandwich , much grandmotherly clucking and whopping great portions .
However if you get it wrong , you end up with The Irish Witch , a thin lipped , sour faced hag , who hates the world , but especially hates me . I will end up with a mauled horror with very slim pickins indeed , and get over charged into the bargain.
Due to a queue malfunction and a nifty bit of footwork by the person in front , I ended up with The Irish Witch .My Brie, cucumber and tomatoe baguette , looked like it had been three rounds with Mike Tyson and tasted bizarely of pine fresh toilet cleaner.
I wonder if the Irish Witch enjoys her work ?
Whats your favourite sandwich