“What can I get for you?” the shopkeep asked.
Matthew replied, “well my good man, you see I’ve had the good fortune of becoming a world renown celebrity, an academy award winning actor, I’ve played some of the most iconic roles in television history, and I’m even known for my whimsical yet contemplative commercials for Lincoln luxury vehicles.”
“That does sound like you’ve had good fortune in life.” The shopkeep responds.
“Indeed. And as I understand it, you make the best sandwiches in the entire world. Despite my successes in life I will undoubtedly feel empty until I’ve tasted your wares. Sampled the delicatessen greatness for which you are known.”
“Sure,” says the shopkeep, “what can I get you?”
“Despite my many complexities, I am a man of simple taste. A plain turkey sandwich is all I require.”
“And would you like any Mayo or mustard? Any lettuce or pickles or tomatoes?” The shopkeep asks.
“A plain sandwich is all that I need to few fulfilled.” Matthew says with a smile.
“And what kind of bread would you like with your plain turkey sandwich?” The shopkeep asks, slightly frustrated that his renown sandwich making is being wasted on a plain turkey sandwich.
Matthew places both hands on the counter and leans in close. “I thought you’d never ask,” he says quietly before winking. “All rye, all rye, all rye!”