I have a cousin that is several years younger than me. He was probably a pre-teen when my wife and moved back to our hometown. My wife was the news editor for the county’s weekly newspaper and covered everything including wrecks, fires, government meetings and sports. We would go to most of the high school basketball games. My cousin enjoyed basketball and we invited to go with us to one of the games in a nearby town. Our plan was to leave early enough to eat somewhere in the town where the game was being played.
It’s worth noting that the town where I’m from is small. At the time, Dairy Queen was only chain restaurant that had a store in our town. Subway was relatively new to the area and had a store in the town where we were going so we decided to eat there. My cousin was excited about eating there because he had never eaten at a Subway before. We told him he could get anything he wanted. He decided that he wanted the chicken fajita sandwich. He was a bit overwhelmed when he saw the list of extras that you could get on the sandwich. When the worker asked him what else he wanted on his sandwich, he paused for a while and then said, “I want lettuce…………and oil.” The worker thought it was as odd as my wife and I did but proceeded to dress the sandwich just the way he requested. As they were squirting the oil on the sandwich, he turned to me and said, “What does the oil do?” I replied, “Makes it oily”.
I asked if he was sure he didn’t want it done differently and he said he wanted it that way. He ate the oily chicken fajita sandwich and never complained.