My sammich conversation with the female gaurd at county last night.
me: Whats up....why are you down here
gaurd: hangin out.....what do you mean why am I down here.
me: i'm pretty sure this isn't the kitchen
gaurd: puzzled angry look
me: we both know your place is barefoot, pregant and in the kitchen making me a sammich
gaurd: hand patting pepper spray "oh I got something for you but its not an effing sammich"
me:......I really don't want to ask twice.
partner: we are leaving before you get us both sprayed.
gaurd: gave me the middle finger as I was leaving
true story, we have a good time

I got no sammich