There's a small deli by my work that I started going to for lunch. It's around the corner and not too pricey compared to the froufrou-sheshe restaurants in the neighbourhood.
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.

If in my sandwich there is lettuce, cheese and mayo, the mayo had better be on the side with the lettuce. Mayo and cheese touching weirds me right out.
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