Strangers with Conversation

I was lucky enough to be able to have Tiny Robot join me for lunch today during her new wheels purchasing adventure. We decided to get sandwiches at one of the many yummy ThunderCloud Subs they got here in Austin. After I got my sandwich, it struck me that the exchange that occurred between me, my sandwichmaker, and her sandwichmaking colleague, is the type of thing that pretty much only happens in Austin--strangers casually having engagingly weird conversation. I ordered a N.Y. Italian sub, which comes with oregano and pickled peppers.

Sandwichmaking Girl: "Lettuce, tomato, mayo, mustard?"

Me: "Just a bit of mayo please, and lettuce and tomato."

Sandwichmaking Girl: "Oregano, pickled peppers?"

Me: "Oregano please, but no pickled peppers."

Sandwichmaking Girl: "I can't believe you're not going for the pickled peppers. Do you feel guilty?"

Me: "Yeah, a little. But Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers so I don't have to."

Sandwichmaking Girl: "He's like a saint, Saint Peter. He sure is giving."

Me: "Yeah, that Jesus totally rubbed off on him. Saint Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers for all of us, so that we would never have to pick pecks of pickled peppers ever again." (That last part was sort of garbled as I was getting tongue tied.)

Sandwichmaking Guy, next to Sandwichmaking Girl, half hearing: "You mean Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers."

Me: [Pretty much repeating my Jesus influencing Peter theory.]

Sandwichmaking Guy: "Yeah, but did you know that Sally sold seashells by the seashore?"

Me: "Wow, we should totally set these kids up with each other."

Sandwichmaking Guy: "That's kinda gay."

Me: "But Peter's a boy, and Sally's a girl."

Sandwichmaking Guy: "Yeah, but they're both nursery rhymes."

Me: "Oh yeah, I guess that makes them inherently gay."

And, scene.