Today, I lost the bet. I have won and lost this very same wager for the better part of one thousand times over the last fifteen years. Pedro and I have argued about all sorts of things for the last decade and a half, and most of these quarrels are settled by the same rules, loser buys lunch.
I bet that we needed to make a left turn, and Pedro argued to turn right. I was incorrect. It was time to pay up.
I went into the country store and grabbed a bag of chips, a cold Gatorade, and Bologna sandwich. As I was checking out, I noticed an old man who seemed to be just hanging out and enjoying his time on earth. The elderly gentleman struck up a conversation by saying,
“There ain’t much better than a bologna sandwich, am I right?”
To which I exclaimed,
“Perfectly stated. I couldn’t agree more.”
I then went on to ask him,
“You prefer mustard or mayonnaise?”
He responded with,
“Depends on the weather. If it’s chilly, I like mustard. If it’s hot outside, I like mayo. If there is cheese on it, I tend to lean towards mustard…but sometimes I mix it up.”
I then inquired,
“What about lettuce and tomato? If there are fixins, do you prefer mayo or mustard?”
He cocked his head, rubbed his chin, and gently smiled. He paused for a moment, then firmly and confidently said,
I went on to tell him that I would imagine that we would get along just fine. He agreed. I informed that there were more bologna sandwiches in the refrigerator and I would be happy to buy him one for his insight. He replied,
“I already had turkey…but if I’m ever in need of someone to buy me a bologna sandwich, you will be the first person that comes to mind.”
And I walked out the door.
Why would I feel the need to sit down and put this into words?
Cause I think that conversations like this are important, maybe just as important as anything else in the world. If you understand what I am talking about, then you understand.
At the end of the day, you do what you do. But, if you need me, I’ll be over here trying to enjoy myself. Chances are, I’ll be shooting the bull and talking bologna. You can’t go wrong with shooting bull and talking bologna. Remember that.
I have done enough bitching and complaining in my lifetime.
I’m gonna make a sandwich.
Have an excellent day!
Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,