Salad Shirking

Of the many who ordered our homecooked-ham-salad-with-new-potatoes yesterday, two had amendments to make.
The first was a lady in her thirties: Ham salad please, but forget the salad.
Did she just want the ham and new potatoes? Yep. Can't stand rabbit food, she said.
Not even tomatoes, a little cucumber? I moved gently. Nope. Won't eat it. It would be a waste.
The second was an older man: Ham salad, please. No lettuce.
He would have all the salad except the leaf variety.
Not allowed it, he said. He looked downcast.
He'd cheered up by the time he came back for two slices of coffee and walnut cake.