I pulled into the local sandwich shop right behind the cop. I was looking for small snack and he was trying to solve a problem.
The large woman was very, very angry. The cop talked to her for a while and then he clearly became angry too, at her for this foolishness she had brought to him.
The two kids behind the counter explained it this way.
"She went crazy man," one of them said. "She came back in and starting yelling and cursing at us and she threw her sandwich back at us."
They went on: apparently the woman had called in a large order and the employees, neither of whom looked to be out of high school, had made one sandwich incorrectly. Instead of placing the sauce on the side they had placed the sauce on the sandwich.
The horror. The horror.
The employees told me they offered to make her another sandwich but she just blew up and started throwing footlongs like they were footballs.
The cop returned.
"Do you still have her sandwich?" he asked the employees.
"Uhh."
"I need you to either give her the sandwich back or give her the money back."
The employees picked up the still wrapped but somewhat bruised footlong from the counter where it had landed and handed it to the cop who handed it back to the woman who started screaming at the cop.
The cop's supervisor arrived.
"You want to complain to my supervisor?" he asked. "Well, here he is."
When he heard what had happened the supervisor started laughing. Then, when she yelled at him he didn't find it funny anymore.
"Get out of here," he snarled. "Go on. Get out of here."
"Why you got to be so rude?" she asked but her question went unanswered. The cops got back in their cars and sped away. The woman pouted for a few minutes then drove away into the lonely darkness.
My sandwich was a little underdone but I ate it anyway without complaint.
