Trying to Eat

Here's a gripe of any typical day at HBHam. LOVE not being there!!!
October 11, 2004

The Christmas bells chime on the door- been up for three years now. I am cattled into helping the next customer. I rise from my smoked turkey, green leaf lettuce, garden tomato and horseradish sauce sandwich, still chewing in my teeth, savoring as fast as I can to get in rhythm to say !Welcome! to this customer. I walk slow, rounding the corner from the phone room- we see you but you can’t see us. I lick my teeth and lips, loathing my lunch break broken and having to put on a mask with a wimpy rubber band holding my plastic smile. I walk, my eyelids lowered, my head raised high on my shoulders and my chest puffed. I lick the sauce from the side of my mouth, so good.

They all know when it’s my lunch hour. They all come when I say, “I think I’ll throw some lunch in the microwave.” Vroom one after another. “Can I have a ham classic no mustard with mayo, do you have any onions?” Is the meat fresh? No, we sell three day old meat and laugh every time you buy one.