Post by Marcus Prasad on Jan 29, 2012 4:30:47 GMT -8
"Excuse me ma'am? I would like to purchase your Nummiest Sammich please."
"I'm sorry, Could you run that by me again?"
The young man looked genuinly perplexed. Didn't she hear him? He wanted a Nummy Sammich got Dangit! One did not finish thier runs with second rate Sammiches. No siree bob!
"Sammich my good lady! Your Nummiest if you would please."
The tired lady behind the counter nodded like she understood (Even though she CLEARLY didn't. Go figure)
"Well.......we have our club sandwitch on special......."
Marcus paused for a moment as if the matter required his full undivided attention (Which it obviously DID! It was quite important to match your sandwitch to how your day was going.)
Marcus took a deep breath as if he was just about to come to a desicion
"Hmmm........It'll do. But I warn you, I consider myself a Club Sandwitch Connoisseur."
He straightened his back and puffed out his chest, laying a hand on it in the most Pompous pose he could muster. Apperances count after all.
"In fact I daresay I have sampled Many a club sandwitch in my time. So I must warn you I shant be delicate when the time comes for judgement!"
"We'll..........We'll try to make you the best sandwitch we can....sir." The Cashier lady proclaimed. Obviously trying hard not to let her irritation show (Though the twitching eye and gritting teeth were a dead giveaway.)
Which promted Marcus to proclaim "See to it that you do!" With all gusto before pulling out his wallet in the small street corner Cafe he had ducked into.
A Club Sandwitch and a Cup of Coffee? $6.50
Gently trolling night shift cashier ladies? Priceless.
It was dark out. Which was understandable as it was almost Two in the morning with the crescent moon overlooking the city high in the sky.
Now I bet your all wondering just what the heck the man was doing out at such an ungodly hour. Well you see, back in New York, as a child Marcus had developed a taste for sneaking out of the house at night and going on runs around the city. Now when I say going on runs, I don't mean jogging around the block.
You see, Marcus was a practitioner of Le Parkour and used that skill in his nightly bouts of Urban Exploration. Which meant Marcus knew almost every single square inch of New York by the time he was 16 years old.
And before you ask, Yes. Yes this DID definatly attributed to his unfortunate habit of sleeping in class.
Finding a Four seated table, Marcus plunked himself down on a stool and took a nice sip of his hot coffee, letting out a loud sigh of satisfaction before induldging in his second habit.
People watching.
Marcus tentatively picked up a Sandwitch quarter piece and sniffed it before taking a bite. His eyes then suddenly went wide!
"CONGRATULATIONS MADAM! YOU'RE CLUB SAMMICH PASSES THE TEST!"
A Joyous occasion indeed!
Marcus had managed to sneak out of Silks House tonight. No easy task with her Guard Kitty and Guard Fox poised to raise a raccous alarm at the slightest provocation. But the Man managed to outwit them with pieces of food before slipping into a pair of black and grey Sweatpants and a hoodie and slipped out into the night.
From there, Marcus was able to take a more intimate look of California while it slept.
In the meantime though? Happy munch munch time with Club sandwitch go!
"I'm sorry, Could you run that by me again?"
The young man looked genuinly perplexed. Didn't she hear him? He wanted a Nummy Sammich got Dangit! One did not finish thier runs with second rate Sammiches. No siree bob!
"Sammich my good lady! Your Nummiest if you would please."
The tired lady behind the counter nodded like she understood (Even though she CLEARLY didn't. Go figure)
"Well.......we have our club sandwitch on special......."
Marcus paused for a moment as if the matter required his full undivided attention (Which it obviously DID! It was quite important to match your sandwitch to how your day was going.)
Marcus took a deep breath as if he was just about to come to a desicion
"Hmmm........It'll do. But I warn you, I consider myself a Club Sandwitch Connoisseur."
He straightened his back and puffed out his chest, laying a hand on it in the most Pompous pose he could muster. Apperances count after all.
"In fact I daresay I have sampled Many a club sandwitch in my time. So I must warn you I shant be delicate when the time comes for judgement!"
"We'll..........We'll try to make you the best sandwitch we can....sir." The Cashier lady proclaimed. Obviously trying hard not to let her irritation show (Though the twitching eye and gritting teeth were a dead giveaway.)
Which promted Marcus to proclaim "See to it that you do!" With all gusto before pulling out his wallet in the small street corner Cafe he had ducked into.
A Club Sandwitch and a Cup of Coffee? $6.50
Gently trolling night shift cashier ladies? Priceless.
It was dark out. Which was understandable as it was almost Two in the morning with the crescent moon overlooking the city high in the sky.
Now I bet your all wondering just what the heck the man was doing out at such an ungodly hour. Well you see, back in New York, as a child Marcus had developed a taste for sneaking out of the house at night and going on runs around the city. Now when I say going on runs, I don't mean jogging around the block.
You see, Marcus was a practitioner of Le Parkour and used that skill in his nightly bouts of Urban Exploration. Which meant Marcus knew almost every single square inch of New York by the time he was 16 years old.
And before you ask, Yes. Yes this DID definatly attributed to his unfortunate habit of sleeping in class.
Finding a Four seated table, Marcus plunked himself down on a stool and took a nice sip of his hot coffee, letting out a loud sigh of satisfaction before induldging in his second habit.
People watching.
Marcus tentatively picked up a Sandwitch quarter piece and sniffed it before taking a bite. His eyes then suddenly went wide!
"CONGRATULATIONS MADAM! YOU'RE CLUB SAMMICH PASSES THE TEST!"
A Joyous occasion indeed!
Marcus had managed to sneak out of Silks House tonight. No easy task with her Guard Kitty and Guard Fox poised to raise a raccous alarm at the slightest provocation. But the Man managed to outwit them with pieces of food before slipping into a pair of black and grey Sweatpants and a hoodie and slipped out into the night.
From there, Marcus was able to take a more intimate look of California while it slept.
In the meantime though? Happy munch munch time with Club sandwitch go!
