A good friend of ours is in the F.B.I. I'd tell you what her name is but that is confidential- just joking. Our friend, Jackie, who's had many Cheezers over the years, thought our sandwiches would be great for lunch outside her office in Sorrento Valley.
We had to get clearance to enter through a big mechanical gate & the guard inspected our Ford Escape with a long-handled mirror, but then it was just a regular set-up in a parking lot.
Jackie's co-workers would walk down on their lunch break with their lanyards on, place & pay for their order with Kate & I'd grill 'em up. Of course, the wind was a factor as it usually is around midday, but once we figured out where to bungee up the wind walls, we were good.
And so were the sales. We set up there a few times over the years & it was a good date on the calendar when we had other plans for the night. It worked out great when my flight back to Illinois for my buddies wedding was at 6pm & we could still work.
Kate & I were out of there by 2pm & afterwards we grabbed some sandwiches at Rubicon Deli. We like to see what different sandwich shops are doing with their menus & sometimes it'll spare some inspiration for ours. We sat outside on a there patio in UTC & ate our sandwiches in the sunshine.
"You have everything packed & ready to go?" Kate asked.
"Yep, we gotta leave by 4:30," I said.
"Well here," Kate handed me some cash. "You don't have to spend it all. But that way you have it just in case."
I stuffed the large bills in my wallet. Five hundred dollars.
"Thanks, yeah Ross & I might go to the Blackhawks game on Sunday," I said. But, that was a lie. I had no intention of going to the game. Instead, I would watch the game at his house in Bolingbrook & pocket the money. I was saving it up for a big purchase.
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