#1 with a bullet

I was/am a minor culinary celebrity in North Phoenix. I spent somewhere around 8 years working at a Blimpie, and during the Swan Song years I was paired with the other half of the sandwich A team. Me and my friend Saran were the most deadly sandwich tandem ever assembled. This is being braggadocio or hyping myself up, its just facts. Get me around a roll of bread, meat, cheese, condiments and magic happens.

It wasn't out of love for sammies, which I have, that I developed such precision, it was multiple reasons:
A) I had video games, movies, skateboarding, newspapers, soduku, philosophy, chess to get back to and I had no time to be effing around with sandwich's.
B) We/I was a grown man doing teenager work

Now go to any subway and you will get a crap sandwich with crappy service with shitty people in line with you, its a fact. Go to a deli and you get a good sandwich, but who the hell goes to delis, that is what made the A-Team so special, we were quick service, delicious, perfect symmetry sandwiches with out the BS. Now, the service at this particular Blimpies wasn't award winning, we hardly made eye contact and barely spoke to you in a volume above mumble, so I don't really know what all our customers look like. this has come into play several times over the years and the main reason I know I am a famous sandwich artist.

Case 1:
I was at a subway watching some crackhead com[plenty eff up my sandwich, I was in disgust, and I looked over to a person smiling at me.
"you would never make such a horrible sandwich"
followed by
"this person makes wonder full sandwiches at 40th St and Thunder bird Blimpie, that is why I am here, he isn't working"

Weird right

Case 2:
I was at a cousins and ordering a sandwich and when I went to pay
"we know of you, its on us"

WTF! Right

Now, we had tons of customers who would compliment our grinder stylee at the work place, this was understandable, we were in our element, its the out of work place compliments that are weird.

Case 3:
I haven't worked at Blimpie in over a year, but today I was at another Blimpie by my work in Scottsdale (they know my order when I walk in, they are owned by an Indian couple, they are dead as hell, where do I apply?) and the person in front of me asks if I could jump around and make is sandwich one last time (he was only kinda joking) and I was flabbergasted. I turned red and everyone in the place started talking and he explained how I make the best sandwich's and bla bla bla, any way...weird right?

There is plenty more to tell you about Blimpie, like how Shane was the only constant in Roast Beef Surfer guys life, but those will be saved for later, and maybe over at theballsyo.blogspot.com, but just remember, when you roll with me, you roll with the oil to North Phoenix sandwich vinegar.

Peace.