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It's become a running joke that the lunch counter at Vons in Ventura never has what I want. If I order a Tuscan Chicken, they'll be out of the cheese, the artichokes, or (once) the chicken. If I ask for a meatloaf sandwich, they're out of meatloaf, or (alarmingly) bread.

The conversation today was a gem, though.

Me: Hi, I'd like a meatloaf sandwich on a french roll, please.

Lunch Dude: (Recognizing me) Aw, you kill me, man. We're out of meatloaf.

Me: Really?

LD: Yeah. The turkey meatloaf has been selling much better than the regular, so I've been making more of that.

Me: Turkey meatloaf sounds great. I'll have that, then.

LD: Well, we don't have that at the moment, I was going to make it for later, since it sells for dinner.

Me: *blink*

LD: I do have meatballs, though, and I promise they're good.

Me: Awesome. Can I get a meatball sandwich on a French roll.

LD: Actually, we're out of French rolls.

Me: Seriously?

LD: Sorry, man. Lunch rush.

Me: This is the lunch counter.

LD: *shrug*

I headed down to Subway, just a couple doors down, and got a meatball sandwich, and they weren't out of anything.