I went to Subway today...and I was recognized. 
I wandered up to place my order. This girl comes out of nowhere, takes one look at me and asked if I wanted a veggie sub. Why, yes, I do. She immediately goes to get a fresh knife from the "back room" to cut my bread with. That same knife went down the line with my sub to be used to cut it.
I honestly don't go to this Subway very often; once, *maybe* twice a month. It is the one I officially complained about, so I am convinced they have my picture hanging up somewhere just out of sight.

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I went to the Subway across the street when I worked at the 'Q at least once a week, and they never recognized me, so this kinda freaked me out.

I wandered up to place my order. This girl comes out of nowhere, takes one look at me and asked if I wanted a veggie sub. Why, yes, I do. She immediately goes to get a fresh knife from the "back room" to cut my bread with. That same knife went down the line with my sub to be used to cut it.
I honestly don't go to this Subway very often; once, *maybe* twice a month. It is the one I officially complained about, so I am convinced they have my picture hanging up somewhere just out of sight.

...

I went to the Subway across the street when I worked at the 'Q at least once a week, and they never recognized me, so this kinda freaked me out.

I AM the evil bastard!

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