There was a great sandwich shop nearby when I used to live downtown…
I knew it was family-owned, and I would often pick up delicious cheesesteak sandwiches on the way home. The funny thing was, the owner, who served me, was sometimes very welcoming and friendly, asking how my day had been, adding extra fries. Other times he was polite, but reserved, making the sandwiches with no conversation, thanking me for my business as I left. I told my husband, wondering if perhaps the man had a split personality.
One day, after work, my husband met me near the shop and grinning, said, "I think I’ve figured out why the owner’s sometimes different…" we went in. The man was beaming and friendly to both of us, and my husband asked him, "Are you Ned ?"
The man answered, "No, I’m Charles. Ned’s in back." He called out , and his twin, with the dour expression I recognized, came from the kitchen ! My husband and I laughed about it all the way home. 😄
One day, after work, my husband met me near the shop and grinning, said, "I think I’ve figured out why the owner’s sometimes different…" we went in. The man was beaming and friendly to both of us, and my husband asked him, "Are you Ned ?"
The man answered, "No, I’m Charles. Ned’s in back." He called out , and his twin, with the dour expression I recognized, came from the kitchen ! My husband and I laughed about it all the way home. 😄