I was out dancing with a group of friends a few weeks ago at a popular dance night in the north end. The place was packed and my throat felt like it was on fire after an hour or two on the floor, so I grabbed a glass of water and took a seat at the end of the bar.

There was a table of 'bears' sitting in front of me and I recognized one of them from my sandwich flinging days. To my surprise, he came up to me and introduced himself, shaking my (cold and wet, sorry! damn water glass!) hand and said that they missed me at the shop. It made me smile and I thought it was sweet, so thanks!

I could do without ever, ever, ever working in the food industry again for a long list of reasons, but I definitely do miss the people who made me smile every day.

In case any of you are wondering, though... I've traveled and experienced some crazy things since then, and now I'm pursuing an education and I'm happier than I have been in years. The sandwich girl part of my life may be over, but I don't think that I'll ever forget some of the awesome people I've met along the way. Thanks for remembering me! —Crazy Redheaded Ex-Sandwich Girl (Trinket)