Next Blog

  Sunday, February 04, 2007

What's In A Name?

Yesterday we ate at one of my favorite restaurants. You don't see it listed in the tourist guides. Its chefs never appear on the Food Network. It's not mentioned in the local foodie blogs. I guess I have pedestrian tastes. I'm talking about Subway.

The sandwiches at Subway are often created assembly-line style, like a Ford where one worker attaches the seats, and the next one hangs the doors, and no one worker follows the same product from start to finish. At Subway, I call these people Meat-Girl, Veggie-Girl and Money-Boy. The genders and roles vary.

Yesterday, the cute Meat-Girl was played by Katy, whose generous green eye-shadow matched the lettering on her Subway visor. She sliced open the bread and added the meat and no cheeese. She was cheery and giggly.

Veggie-Girl was played by Airelle, which is pronounced as if it was spelled Ariel. To my mind, she spells her name wrong. However, as my friend Bal has long pointed out to me, you can spell your name Smith and pronounce it Smythe. Or even Johnson. Who has the right to tell you how you pronounce your name? We've seen a lot of retail people with interesting names in Bend. Not nearly as many Courtneys, Ashleys and Britney/Brittanys as you find in California. Airelle was friendly, but not as giggly. She had a more serious demeanor. If Airelle and Katy were in a TV series, Airelle would be Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Katy would be her friend Willow.

My favorite sandwich is roast beef with lettuce, tomato, bell pepper, pepperoncini, vinegar and salt and pepper. I always ask for just a little pepperoncini, but some preparers only hear the ingredients, and nothing else you say. Often I ask for just a little pepperoncini and they inundate the sandwich with it. Veggie-Girl got it just right. You go, Veggie-Grrl!

When I was a kid, my Cousin Sandee was married to my Uncle Richard. They divorced when I was a teen. Richard was a cool guy, funny and friendly. He liked to ski, and fish, and tried to teach me these things, but being five and maybe a little slow, it was to no avail. I still don't ski, and I still don't fish. What am I doing in Central Oregon? Richard, like my dad, was an electronics engineer. He invented a device that protects equipment from electrical surges. After the divorce, though, I never saw him, which saddens me.

The funny thing is, it never occurred to me until this morning that there was anything wrong with calling him Uncle Richard. He wasn't my uncle, he was just married to my cousin Sandee. What's up with that? My friend Bal, being a fan of semantics, would say, "The map is not the territory." I just think names are strange.

Posted by Dave    Blog Tag: Chatter


At 2/04/2007 8:41 AM, Blogger Lisa said...

lol... I was starting to get worried... uncles marrying cousins. :)

I don't care too much for Subway's chicken sam's, but your roast beef one sounds good.

I like thin-sliced chicken, but anytime you get a chicken sub from most places.. chunky chicken breast.

What's up with that?

At 2/04/2007 10:32 AM, Blogger Candace said...

Happy Birthday, Goodman Guy!

At 2/04/2007 11:58 AM, Anonymous Connie said...

Happy Birthday, Baby - I love you. Tonite, in honor of your 50th, we should go to a nicer restaurant than Subway.

At 2/04/2007 12:00 PM, Blogger Jake said...

50?!?!? I wouldn't have thought 50 in a million years -- low 40s, tops. Happy b-day.

Now back to Subway: I like their Chicken-Bacon-Ranch. That's like crack to me. The closing of the Subway in Sunriver hit me hard, as it was a great place to take the kids when they came down to visit during my lunch hour.

Man I'm hungry now...

At 2/04/2007 2:04 PM, Blogger Alan said...

Happy Birthday Dude. Big Five Oh, huh. AARP should be flooding your mailbox shortly.

I try and avoid Subways. I seriously question the sanitation habits of the one nearby.

At 2/04/2007 2:28 PM, Blogger browse said...

In the land of my upbringing, titles like "uncle" had less to do with specific familial status and more to do with roles, age and gender. "Uncle" was often used to cover any male nearly old enough to be your father (or rather older), who was enough of a friend of the family to be trusted to watch over you and apply discipline as necessary.

To this day, I am very close to several of my cousins, and their children all call me "Uncle Bobby".

At 2/04/2007 7:04 PM, Blogger Melissa said...

Happy birthday. How is it possible that you're 50? I still think of you as being 16.

I ate at Subway yesterday and had the tuna. One person made the entire sandwich and took the money. I guess they do things differently down here.

At 2/04/2007 11:16 PM, Blogger dkgoodman said...

Sid, Candace and Connie - thanks!

Lisa - My family's as dysfunctional as the next person's, but no uncles marrying cousins to my knowledge. :)

Jake - Are they going to build another Subway there? I can't believe I'm this age either. Low 40's, tops, but inside I really feel 19.

Alan - AARP's been after Connie, but I haven't heard from them yet. And who cares about Subway's sanitation? What, you wanna live forever? Germs build up your immune system. ;)

Browse - Welcome to eMusings. Our daughter also has "aunts" and "uncles" who are simply family friends. It was the real cousin and unreal uncle and the 40 years it took me to realize the oddity the amused me.

Melissa - Hard to believe, isn't it? I've aged since then. Now I'm 19.


Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home