A Samurai Sandwich Please
“A Samurai sandwich please.”
The waitress looked perplexed but took the order anyway
because she did not want to ask.
“Perfect!” the customer said.
Three more times that month he came in for a
sandpiper sandwich, a taffeta sandwich, and a typhoon sandwich.
The waitress brought him the sandwich of the day all three times.
“Exactly what I wanted!” he said.
They began dating the next month, and swiftly fell in love.
“I knew I’d never find another man this easy to please,” she told her
bridesmaids. “So I decided to marry him.”
“I didn’t care what she brought me,” he told his groomsmen. “As long
as it was her that brought it.”
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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