The first time I went there I was greeted by a friendly Asian woman behind the counter. As soon as the words "How can I help you?" escaped her lips, I felt uneasy. She had one of those shrill voices that always ended on a high note. It was almost as if she was deliberately trying to sound extra perky/Asian/feminine. I don't know what it was, but it didn't sit well with me.
I rushed through my order so that I could keep our conversation short, but she kept asking me for details like "White or whole wheat" and "Balsamic or Italian" and with every new question she posed, I cringed more and more. It took will-power not to respond in imitation.
But it was when she started making my lunch, a grilled cheese sandwich with a garden salad, that things changed. All it took was the cut of a knife in a diagonal motion on my grilled cheese for me to dissolve all hatred towards this innocent woman.
Because anybody who has their head in the right place knows that a sandwich only tastes good when it's cut on the diagonal. Or Sandagonal, as I like to Ingafy it.
Suddenly, she was my favourite lunch lady in the world and I've been going there ever since for my yummy and affordable lunches.
It was a sandwish come true.
