Sandwich Saturday

Not a lot to report – as I feared some days would bring. A busy Saturday, several thousand trillion customers getting in my way and forcing me to resist the urge to kill, the usual. I probably spent most of the time chatting idly to coworkers rather than actually getting on with my job, but I wasn’t too bothered since once I walked out that door at the end of my shift, I wouldn’t be back for another 10 days or so. Time off, here I come!

Probably the most exciting thing to happen was one involving sandwiches. This isn’t to say that it was exciting, but comparatively speaking, it was an adrenaline rollercoaster ride. I returned to the warehouse with an armful of sandwiches on today’s date, which I had discovered whilst rumbling said section in the afternoon. I handed these to Lucas who was busy reducing various products. Tim was hiding in the corner, and suddenly grumbled something at me. The conversation was as folows:

T: “What are those?”

M: “Sandwiches on today’s date.”

T: “From where?”

M: “Sandwiches. I didn’t find them when I filled them earlier.”

T: “So is that all of them then? On today’s date?”

M: (not thinking) “Yes.”

He then turns to Lucas and, quite resolutely, tells him, “Don’t worry about checking Sandwiches now, Lucas, George has done them all.”

I shrinked away, slightly scared. I had found those sandwiches accidentally and I knew for a fact that more were left on the shelves. I ran back to the section, and to my horror, found several more – at least a dozen and a half, if not more. I clutched these to my chest and sneaked as clandestinely as possible back down aisles, occasionally darting in a different direction when I saw Tim making the rounds. I hid with Ben down the Cheese aisle, and put the sandwiches down, unsure as to what to do. I knew they needed to get back to the warehouse but I didn’t want Tim to see and ask the inevitable questions. So I embarked on some brief reconnaissance: the coast was clear. I made a slightly-limping run for it, and made it cleanly back to the warehouse. I noticed Tim on my tail (or at least walking in my vague direction, depending on whether I acknowledged my paranoia or not) as I entered the warehouse, but there were no followup questions later so I think I was okay. I handed the sandwiches in question to Lucas, with the panting utterance, “I gave these to you originally, okay? You didn’t see me just now.” I think his English was good enough to understand what I meant.

As an aside, I treated myself to a proper lunch today, instead of the questionable stuff served in our behind-the-scenes canteen. For under a fiver I feasted upon: a Southern fried chicken sandwich, a packet of salt and vinegar McCoy’s, a £1 box of fish sushi, a bottle of Tesco’s Finest Wild Strawberry flavoured milk (made with Real Cornish Clotted Cream – Tesco’s Finest loves its longwinded titles, it makes the products sound more delicious), and a Galaxy Ripple. It was heavenly.