Lunch is hours away but a foreman is already buying food for his troops before it rolls around

A sale unfolds as I stand on the sidewalk in front of a construction site and watch sandwiches and sweets go into a five gallon bucket. A stooped figure is retrieving orders from shelves in the back of a little van and the subs he pulls out look big to me. 

“What you got in there? ”

The young man, bearded, points at two front rows of sub sandwiches, and a back row of desserts.

“Did you make them?”

“No, I have a supplier.”

“How much for the big subs?”

“In U.S. dollars, six.”

“What’s your name?”


We shake and make a sandwich deal for tomorrow morning same time, same place since I didn’t bring any money on this stroll. He wants to give me a sandwich now and I pay tomorrow but I don’t want to do that because there is lots of static that can get between now and tomorrow.

I don’t see a permit but doubt he has one. Working out of the back of your vehicle saves on rent, taxes and utilities and the government already has their fingerprints on too many pies.

Helping local small business guys is always high on my list of things to do, especially when I’m on the road.




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