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So yesterday I was flying back home from Colorado. Being that it was evening and I was feeling a bit peckish, I stopped off at the Quiznos that was right there near my gate. It was already about 9pm so there were only like a half dozen people, about half of whom already had their food. Being that this is an airport food place, numbers are assigned to orders for ease of identification. I'm sure most people have been in a place that does this and are fairly adept at figuring out when their order is ready. Especially when there are only three other people waiting.
So I get up, make my order, then step back to wait for it to get ready, making sure to study my number so I'll know when mine is done. While I'm waiting, one sandwich gets ready and the girl walks up, sets it down, then says loudly and clearly "612!" I notice one of the guys waiting walk up, look down at the sandwich, then walk back and sit down again (this is pertinent). She repeats herself a couple more times, then has to return to the toaster because my sandwich is done. (yay!) She calls my number, I get my sub, then sit back down to eat.
Now as I'm sitting there, I hear her call "612" a couple more times. Finally this same guy who had examined the sandwich earlier stands up, walks over to the counter with receipt, shows it to her, and asks "612?". She kinda looks at him oddly and points at the sandwich she's been so desperately trying to get rid of. He looks down at it and says (on my life) "That says 610." Another odd look, then she shakes her head and tells him that it is, indeed, 612. He looks at it for another few moments, then grabs it all huffy and walks out shaking his head like the world was coming apart at the seams.
Okay, hold on. At this point my brain is melting. Maybe her handwriting was a bit off, but come on. She'd said the number aloud at least a half dozen times. Granted she had an accent, but I could clearly hear her saying the right number. Not to mention everyone else had their sub already (me being the last one at that time). To you I say, if your sub is cold it's your own damn fault. >(
So I get up, make my order, then step back to wait for it to get ready, making sure to study my number so I'll know when mine is done. While I'm waiting, one sandwich gets ready and the girl walks up, sets it down, then says loudly and clearly "612!" I notice one of the guys waiting walk up, look down at the sandwich, then walk back and sit down again (this is pertinent). She repeats herself a couple more times, then has to return to the toaster because my sandwich is done. (yay!) She calls my number, I get my sub, then sit back down to eat.
Now as I'm sitting there, I hear her call "612" a couple more times. Finally this same guy who had examined the sandwich earlier stands up, walks over to the counter with receipt, shows it to her, and asks "612?". She kinda looks at him oddly and points at the sandwich she's been so desperately trying to get rid of. He looks down at it and says (on my life) "That says 610." Another odd look, then she shakes her head and tells him that it is, indeed, 612. He looks at it for another few moments, then grabs it all huffy and walks out shaking his head like the world was coming apart at the seams.
Okay, hold on. At this point my brain is melting. Maybe her handwriting was a bit off, but come on. She'd said the number aloud at least a half dozen times. Granted she had an accent, but I could clearly hear her saying the right number. Not to mention everyone else had their sub already (me being the last one at that time). To you I say, if your sub is cold it's your own damn fault. >(