Incoherent Ramblings

Last weekend, my niece and I met my friend Jill, and her daughter at Panera Bread. I got a sandwich on some fancy bread, like some asiago cheese and herb ciabatta bread or something similar.  The girl at the register asked me what i wanted for my side:

“What are my choices”, I asked.

“An apple, chips, a wheat roll or a white roll”, she replied, chipperly.

I just looked at her.  “Bread is my side for bread?”

She looked a little taken aback, like *I* was the crazy one.  “Well, yes ma’am.”

I said, “I can understand a roll with my salad or my soup, but with a SANDWICH?  Those are my only choices?”

I was floored. Who in the hell wants more bread with a very bready sandwich? “I don’t want anything. I don’t really want bread with my bread.”

I mean, I could have gotten apple or chips, but I have braces, so an apple is really out of the question.  Chips aren’t really the healthy choice right?

I think she was a little ticked off at me because I found bread as my side to be a little insane. NOTE TO SELF: get soup and a salad next time.