Today I visited a place new to me. The Sub Shack was voted the best sandwiches in Springfield. Strange thing happened when I went. Pastor Bill and I were making our way to the door (it's a little hole in the wall that barely has any room inside, hence the shack reference). There was a woman standing outside of the door who unbeknownst to us was waiting in line. Our first mistake. Upon entering the store, we were then told that we should not cut in front of Debbie again. Debbie proceeded to tell us the proper way to order and how we should approach the line. Debbie then took the credit for teaching us how to order (even though I botched it and then didn't order cookies...big mistake). Once we got to the front, the man running the shack (aka the sandwich nazi) told us that we would soon get the hang of it. It reminded me of an episode of Seinfield (doesn't everything?) but without as much hatred. Best part...it's a really good sandwich. Making the analogy all the more fitting.


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