So, I walked in and things were too quiet. Like I had bird shit on my hat and nobody wanted to say anything.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, can I get a chicken culet with sauce and American cheese," I said.

"I told you," the regular sandwich guy said to the other. "I should have just put it in as soon we saw you."

"You're right you're good," the unknown sandwich guy said.

"Sometimes, I get a steak and cheese but you're right usually it's the chicken cutlet. You are good."

"What type of cheese?"

"American," the new guy said.

"That's where you mix it up, sometimes you get Provolone."

I'm hardly a mystery.