There are, what, like eleventymillion of us here in Chicago? So when J. and S. sat down next to L. and I at the sandwich place on the corner, I was like, Oh, hello! Like me, J. had to ask two people sprawling over a table for four to slide over and share. What’s wrong with some people (who aren’t librarians)? My sandwich was called ‘the Bavarian,’ and came on ‘pretzel bread.’ Coulda been in Berlin!