Lunchtime
Yesterday lunchtime, four of us popped into Lowestoft to hire suits for a swanky awards dinner we’re off to. After finding suitably-sized DJs, everyone except me was feeling peckish.
Rob and Glen decided to go to Subway, while Alex fancied going to Mama’s – a little independent sandwich shop that had recently moved to new premises.
To even the numbers up, I went with Alex. He got the massive fresh sandwich he desired, but also a friendly chat with the lady owner. He even got a free Wispa bar because she remembered him and wanted to show her appreciation of his loyalty.
Meanwhile, Glen and Rob had given up waiting in Subway’s queue and gone to McDonald’s instead.
Smaller doesn’t mean worse, just less big. Often, it’s better.