I don’t order my sandwich anymore.
Not in the usual way.
I’ve been playing this silent game with the Subway lady.
I just smile, nod, and watch as she builds it from memory.
No words. No instructions. No “extra mayo, please.”
If she grabs the wrong cheese, I make a sharp “bzzzzt” sound, a half-point deduction.
(We have a scoring system now. Please don’t ask h…
