Piggin' out on the sly

There wasn' t one
ready
but I wasn't told.
The clerk simply
said sit over there
at that table.
Choose your soda
and take it with you.
It dawned on me
'cause she kept
serving others.
She wouldn't
serve me one
of the three
in the glass oven-case.
(Now my Diet Pepsi
was running out!)
It's because
I'd said chicken.
She'd said
ham and pineapple
or chicken and
mushroom were
the two available.
Any day any hour.
So those three
are ham! I'd thought.
But she hadn't
said that.
Not when she
registered my order.
No sirree.
It was so she wouldn't
lose me.
A customer
who wanted
a chicken and mushroom
panzerotti
without the wait.
But who waited
anyway.
Like a pig.
Like a perfectly
shameless
pig.