did i ever tell you the katz's deli story?
well, in january, justin, ashley, and i stopped in at katz's for a pastrami sandwich and some fries. (katz's is a famous jewish deli on the lower east side).
by famous, i mean that the place is jam packed...like elbows, shoulders, chins...all of the above in your face at every moment. to find a table in under a half hour is a miracle. somehow, we found that miracle table. ash and i held the table while justin went up to the counter and ordered our precious sandwiches.
[exit justin to the deli counter]
.............
[return justin 50 minutes later to the table with food in hand]
[exit justin (again) to fetch the fries for which kaye sweetly pleads]
[return justin with the precious fries]
in the 20 minutes that it took justin to return with the fries, i had eaten my half of the sandwich (j and i were splitting one). i became ecstatic at the sight of french fries and did my best to clear off a place for the fries, and of course, for a place for justin to eat his little lunch. that is when tragedy struck our tiny ass table...
[silence ensues the crowded restaurant as the plate shatters to the ground..well, at least in our 10 x 10 square]
justin's sandwich on the floor. the look on his face...his broken heart, utter shock, fierce disappointment, complete sadness.
me : oh no...i am so sorry. [repeat 30 times, literally]
justin : [weak smile] that's ok, i wasn't that hungry anyway. (total lie)
mormon lady at our table : what kind was it?
justin : pastrami...[tiny sigh]
mormon lady at our table : [cutting her sandwich in half]...here is half of mine.
justin : [without hesitation] awww, thanks. that is really kind of you [already taking a bite].
2 morals:
1. justin is as gentle as a lamb and such a trooper.
2. not all mormons are freaks of nature.
