Operation Sandwich

It’s been a coupe of weeks bringing extra sandwiches to work. I make three at a time, usually peanut butter and jelly. A couple ham and cheese, roast beef when I have it.

Most days I give a couple away. One or two on the way. Sometimes one on the way back. Rare days none. I’ve managed to keep them fresh by wrapping them in was paper and then grouped in a bread bag.

I’ve become familiar to a few of them. There’s a guy on the way with a decayed grin, but is always reading yesterday’s paper headlines. He’s turned down the roast beef beause he really likes the peanut butter ones. I think it’s the apricot jelly. There’s another guy just off the train back. He’s always enthusiastic to get the sandwich and I’m hapy to give it to them. Today there’s a woman who always turned down my offer. She’ll ask what kind (I always see her on PB days). Today she said yes without asking what kind. She was in luck; roast beef.

I don’t know any of their names. Maybe I won’t. The work their corners rotating on some sort of schedule they keep in their heads. So if I see them, I see them.