3 Spots Left. Want Me to Make You a Sandwich?

Mischief is this missing ingredient

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…