Diced pickle and Onion.

Jimmy John came into the restaurant where I work last night. 

I didn’t know it was him until after he left. I only found out because I asked the server I was assigned to assist how her night was going.

She responded by telling me that she was better now that Jimmy John left.

“Uhm… the Jimmy John?” I asked.

“Yes. The Jimmy John,” she said. “Apparently he’s an investor or something here.”

“Well, how’d it go?”

“Pretty good. He’s really nice but he’s particular.” she said. 

“Particular how?”

“He asked for diced onion and diced pickles on his burger. And he asked for the center of the onion, not the edges.”

“That makes sense. People who build things to the size he’s built Jimmy John’s usually have to be particular. How else could you make things go the way you want them to unless you know exactly what you want?”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Anyway, they brought him his burger with neither the diced onions nor the diced pickles. So that sucked. But the night should be better now that he’s gone.”

“Yep. Should be.”