Submarine Sandwich Katjuscha

I finished sending a text message and authorised the Paypal transaction, then cracked open the office window and sat back at my desk, leaving a small LASER designator on the window sill.

Far below, I heard a whooshing sound.

Moments later, with a couple of pigeon feathers clinging to the wrapper, a footlong sub came in through the window, glancing off the window mullion and landing in front of my computer. Perfect! Pepperoni, artichokes, mozzarella, tomatoes, kalamata olives and radicchio leaves. Yum!

Sure, it took a little to set up your exact location and to get the trajectory perfect on windy days but it was a cool way to collect your lunch.

Sometimes I liked to watch as the multiple orders were launched from the street corner, in a rapid salvo, by the lunch lady, Leeshya, who learned her artillery skills as a trainer on BM-27 units in Chechnya, for the Russian military.