THE SADDEST SANDWICH I EVER ATE
On a cold evening last December, I was at the rail station in Romford, England waiting for a train back to London. There was a little newspaper stand selling snacks and I purchased a cellophane-wrapped sandwich labelled “Ploughman’s” for 1.50£ . It was just two pieces of white bread with mayonnaise, cheese, and a couple bits of pickle. It actually tasted fine, but it was just sad. Pathetic, really. However, I loved that little sandwich in the way you would love a scrappy little mutt dog that was begging on your doorstep. God bless you, Ploughman’s.