Post by Darren Chuzzlewit on May 26, 2006 17:55:17 GMT
I don't know about you readers, but why do they have to keep changing all the traditional things that we know and love? Nothing’s the same any more. Take sandwiches for example.
Me and Mrs Pargiter from across the landing met in town the other day and decided to bring home some “bought” sandwiches for our lunch. So we went into the new hypermarket just by the precinct.
Bloomin’ Nora what a palaver. There was Brie rocket and taramasalata. Chorizo shitake and lemon grass. Red onion and couscous on tomato bread and Small choirboy confessional box and bat’s wing…
The variety of fillings was endless but we couldn’t make head nor tail of them, so we asked to see the Store Manager to complain.
When eventually Dwayne the Manager arrived (after taking ten minutes to work his way down the line of school children operating the checkouts, who seemingly all had to hear him grunt “OK” to them before they were allowed to sell alcohol to anyone) he told us:
“Sandwich wise, vis a vis sales of food on the go, versus the eating enjoyment factor in relation to our retailing partners / clients expectations, what with their horizons now firmly set on sophistication and a meaningful lunch time food experience, there ain’t no call for cheese and tomato or liver sausage and onion any more Pops”.
Well in the end we gave it up as a bad job and we just bought a loaf, a tin of corned beef, a jar of beetroot and a tub of marge’ and made our own sandwiches.
We did have a right old laugh though, talking about the “hoity-toity sandwiches” as we watched the Loose Women later on.
Old Norm
Me and Mrs Pargiter from across the landing met in town the other day and decided to bring home some “bought” sandwiches for our lunch. So we went into the new hypermarket just by the precinct.
Bloomin’ Nora what a palaver. There was Brie rocket and taramasalata. Chorizo shitake and lemon grass. Red onion and couscous on tomato bread and Small choirboy confessional box and bat’s wing…
The variety of fillings was endless but we couldn’t make head nor tail of them, so we asked to see the Store Manager to complain.
When eventually Dwayne the Manager arrived (after taking ten minutes to work his way down the line of school children operating the checkouts, who seemingly all had to hear him grunt “OK” to them before they were allowed to sell alcohol to anyone) he told us:
“Sandwich wise, vis a vis sales of food on the go, versus the eating enjoyment factor in relation to our retailing partners / clients expectations, what with their horizons now firmly set on sophistication and a meaningful lunch time food experience, there ain’t no call for cheese and tomato or liver sausage and onion any more Pops”.
Well in the end we gave it up as a bad job and we just bought a loaf, a tin of corned beef, a jar of beetroot and a tub of marge’ and made our own sandwiches.
We did have a right old laugh though, talking about the “hoity-toity sandwiches” as we watched the Loose Women later on.
Old Norm