Mustard and Mayo

"Howdy, partner."

"I'll take a corned beef on rye with mayo."

Silence.

The deli guy in a white apron with mustard stains on it stops slicing.

A woman at the next table slowly lowers her newspaper.

Somewhere in the distance, the dentist's mother looks up from a plate of pickles.

"Excuse me?!"

The deli guy looks around nervously.

"That's kinda illegal, isn't it?"

The cowboy shrugs.

"It's just mayo."

The dentist's mother throws her hands in the air.

"It's Just Mayo?!"

The deli guy nods.

The woman with the newspaper nods too.

The dentist's mother shakes her head.

"White bread and mayonnaise. Rye bread and mustard."

The cowboy tips his hat.

"Thank you for your time, ma'am."

He walks out of the deli, gets on his horse, and rides off into the Dallas sunset holding a sandwich.

The woman with the newspaper goes back to reading.

The deli guy picks up his slicer.

The dentist's mother watches the cowboy disappear into the distance.

She shakes her head.

"Nice boy."

"Wrong sandwich."