Pickles

Everytime I eat a Brueggars pickle, I imagine what it takes to get all those pickle quarters wrapped. It has to happen daily, otherwise the paper would get way too soggy and gross. It's probaby a newbie job. I can almost see them sitting in front of a pickle tub wrapping pickle after pickle after pickle...until they start sweating pickle juice. It's funny how sometimes the Brueggars people ask if you want a pickle, and sometimes they act as if you don't deserve a pickle. I wonder what determines the pickle worthiness. I tried the "garden party" sandwich today. A newbie made it for me...this of course means it didn't have enough cream cheese and was missing the actual cheese layer altogether. I would have had swiss by the way. Two thumbs up on the cucumber dill cream cheese, but i still like my old standby (green peppers and veggie cream cheese on a plain or asiago bagel) the best. Those pre-decided sandwiches just aren't my thing I suppose. While waiting for the Newbie to put together my garden party, a mid-thirties autistic man walked up to the counter and began talking about his protestant reformation thesis paper. He got a 76, but the professor should have given him an A according to his assessment. The professor doesn't believe in God. The autistic man is Jewish. Interesting things can happen while you wait for cream cheese to be slapped on a bagel. The Brueggars people weren't very receptive to the man and his protestant reformation. They weren't mean, just painfully indifferent...along the lines of "uh huh" "yup" and "oh". I should have jumped in, as it was clear the man was simply looking for a bit of conversation. Harmless conversation. But he went back to his table, so i let it go. hrm. I hope they atleast always give him pickles, if not polite conversation.