I have a variation on the following conversation each evening after I finish teaching.  I enter my local deli, order my standard vegetable sandwich, and the sandwichmaker grills me about my soup choices.  It doesn’t seem to matter to him that I don’t ever want the soup — even when they have vegetable soup, I don’t want soup because the soup is too salty — and every time he presses me into taking soup I do not want or need.  The deli is the only place that’s open late by the time I get home and they do make a delicious veggie sandwich.

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