Playing a new game

“I have heard that they are playing a new game in Paris.”

“Really, dear? Do tell.”

“It is rather a… naughty game.”

“Suitable for ladies of our station?”

“And our gentlemen.”

“How does one play it?”

“One simply has to retire to one’s bedchamber, with one’s husband, and then…”

“And then?”

“One is joined by another gentleman… who mounts the bed… from the other side.”

“It sounds quite scandalous. How did you hear of it?”

“The countess told me. She says she has tried it… several times.”

“The countess?”

“Yes, you know, the countess.”

“Countess who?”

“Countess Sandwich of course.”

Countess: noun, count·​ess ˈkau̇n-təs, the wife or widow of an earl or count

Sandwich: noun, sand·​wich ˈsan(d)-ˌwich ˈsam-; dialectal ˈsaŋ-, two or more slices of bread or a split roll having a filling in between

Source: Mirriam-Webster

I'd like to posit the theory that the received notion of the word 'sandwich' referencing the propensity of the fourth Earl of Sandwich to eat a snack consisting of a hunk of meat served with bread are ill-informed. The above Drabble suggests an alternative. Please feel free to disagree or to suggest your own alternative theory. The author would like to point out that there is no connection between this story and the real Rendez-Vous café in the London hamlet of Beckenham. Though they do make a nice cup of coffee.

Thanks for reading my irreverent drabble – a story in 100 words.

Ray