In between a doctor’s appointment and a visit to a friend who is not doing so well, my sister and I stopped for sandwiches at Jettie’s. As many times as I have passed it, I’d never visited. The recommendation given by Sadie S in a casual survey was absolutely accurate. Jettie’s delivers. Big sandwiches, generous, not appalling. Sadie says, I should probably only eat half, but often pig out, eat the whole thing and regret it.
You go to the doctor, and it’s routine, except that going to the doctor is not routine. And they check all your vital signs and, whew, you’ve got em. All vital. So your appetite picks up.
Nice to sit at a picnic table and just eat a sandwich and NOT think about anything scary or bad. You have a friend who is sick and that makes you think. Some things you want to do a lot more slowly. And other things, faster.
The turkey was turkey. You could actually read the anatomy of the slices on your sandwich. How fundamental. How actual. How vital. Havarti, the most buttery cheese, comforting. Not one to upstage turkey. Avocado, buttery too, and slippery. A few red onion slices, very thin, for punch, and, oh yeah, honey-dijon. Usually I like mustard that is not sweet, but that seemed too harsh. Anything else? Yes, lettuce. Wet and crunchy. It was romaine. Iceberg would have been nice too. Iceberg is not a type A.
Ate the whole thing. Not a problem. No regrets.
I’m alive – oh yeah!
The Lunch Encounter 
i would eat her tuna sandwich