Why is it that every time I grace your presence there is only one person working behind the counter? You would think that during a Monday evening when everyone leaves work to stop at the grocery store there would be at least two or more individuals ready and willing to operate the meat slicer and provide those in need of their deli meats for the week. But alas, instead you gave me one person who was so fucking slow that you somehow created a line with about 10 people thanks in part to your painfully sluggish journey to find that pesky little ham that the lady in front of me ordered. All I wanted was half a pound of turkey pastrami, but because it apparently took 15 minutes to serve the woman who was ahead of me in line, I gave up. I guess when it comes to anything related to sandwiches and/or their respective meats, I have the worst damn luck.