Elizabeth and I went out to Quiznos for lunch today. They make those toasted sandwiches, you know.
We learned that it takes more people to make a sandwich than it does to make a magazine — one person to slice the bread and squeeze out the salty dressing; one person to add the floppy meats and cheeses, and stick it through an oven [That guy deserves a raise!]; one person to collect it from the oven and add the browning lettuce; one person to wrap all that goodness up; and one person to stick it in a bag and take your money.
I wonder what kind of budget an operation like that runs on.
At least the bread was soft. Over in these parts, we're all about cold, steely efficiency. And that's how we like it.
