So today I clocked out for my 30 minute lunch at 309pm. My son works 5 minutes away, so I figured I'd be nice and drop him at work. On my way back, I made the unfortunate mistake of stopping at Subway to get a sandwich to go.
I arrive and the line is 5 deep just waiting to order, and about 3 deep between the assembly line and the cashier. There are two people working.
Now, one would assume that because the line is fairly long, this would be a good time to peruse the menu and mentally make your choices, right?
If that were the case, I wouldn't be reporting this. *sigh*
After waiting a good ten minutes or so just to get to the 'pick your bread and your meat' part, the woman in front of me decides to 'hmmm' and 'no, wait...THAT one' her way through JUST THE FUCKING BREAD CHOICE.
God, this is going to be BAD.
She hems and haws, then decides she wants a 'BMT, no...wait...a ummmm, what is it called again? Ummmm, a SUB CLUB! No, wait! Is that on the 6 grams of fat list?'
Jesus. Just pick the meat. What the fuck have you been doing for the past 10 minutes?
Then comes the cheese choice. 'How many grams of fat does THAT one have? Well WHY don't you know?'
I died a little inside as we get to the vegetable part.
'I want 4 tomatoes, a little bit of lettuce. No!!! That's too much!!! Light onions....MORE than that! Geez!'
It just went on and on. I felt so sorry for the girl making the food.
Seriously, I know this board has Subway emps on it. HOW in the hell do you put up with it? I don't have a poker face, so I know I'd totally get fired.
Oh, and I clocked back in at 3:52pm. Thank God my boss is cool and we're slow, and he appreciated the chuckle when I was describing this fuck-wit.
I arrive and the line is 5 deep just waiting to order, and about 3 deep between the assembly line and the cashier. There are two people working.
Now, one would assume that because the line is fairly long, this would be a good time to peruse the menu and mentally make your choices, right?
If that were the case, I wouldn't be reporting this. *sigh*
After waiting a good ten minutes or so just to get to the 'pick your bread and your meat' part, the woman in front of me decides to 'hmmm' and 'no, wait...THAT one' her way through JUST THE FUCKING BREAD CHOICE.
God, this is going to be BAD.
She hems and haws, then decides she wants a 'BMT, no...wait...a ummmm, what is it called again? Ummmm, a SUB CLUB! No, wait! Is that on the 6 grams of fat list?'
Jesus. Just pick the meat. What the fuck have you been doing for the past 10 minutes?
Then comes the cheese choice. 'How many grams of fat does THAT one have? Well WHY don't you know?'
I died a little inside as we get to the vegetable part.
'I want 4 tomatoes, a little bit of lettuce. No!!! That's too much!!! Light onions....MORE than that! Geez!'
It just went on and on. I felt so sorry for the girl making the food.

Seriously, I know this board has Subway emps on it. HOW in the hell do you put up with it? I don't have a poker face, so I know I'd totally get fired.
Oh, and I clocked back in at 3:52pm. Thank God my boss is cool and we're slow, and he appreciated the chuckle when I was describing this fuck-wit.




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