I mean, I live in a very smart part of the state here. Many, many small unincorporated or tiny little towns of less than a few thousand people. But hell, even a town of 2,000 people has a Subway.
I can't fathom how someone hasn't been to a Subway before, or if that's not the case, how ordering a sandwich can be the most mind boggling difficult task....and why basic manners never seem to be used at Subway by customers.
As usual, I get behind some idiot in line who has either never been to a Subway, or ordering a sandwich for them is like trying to do trigonometry in second grade.
"Ah want wheat bread!"
The poor teenaged Subway girl asks, "Footlong or six inch?"
"Ah want Roooooast Beef!"
"Is that a footlong or six inch sir?"
"Roast Beef!"
"Sir, did you want a footlong or six inch?"
"Footlong. WHEAT bread!"
Wow. That sure was hard.
He hemmed. And hawed. At cheese. Took him a good minute to decide what kind of cheese he wanted. I can't be certain, but he's looking and acting like a stereotypical hillbilly. Aren't we supposed to be cheese connoiseurs in this state?!
And that wasn't even the worst part.
He wanted bacon with the sandwich. The girl asked "Did you want the bacon toasted seperately, or with the sandwich?" (some sandwiches maybe you just want the meat toasted and not your bread or whatever).
"Ahhh wah?"
"Did you want your whole sandwich toasted, or just the bacon?"
"Ahhh want tha whole thing toasted! Why would ye just toast the bacon?!"
And don't forget the hemming a hawwwing over veggies. And that he nearly blew a gasket over Subway not having green olives.
Criminey.
I was super, super overly polite to the girl, hoping I'd show Larry the Cable Guy's uncle that he was being an uncivilized boar, but of course, that did no good. He probably thinks it's totally normal to treat people like that.
I can't fathom how someone hasn't been to a Subway before, or if that's not the case, how ordering a sandwich can be the most mind boggling difficult task....and why basic manners never seem to be used at Subway by customers.
As usual, I get behind some idiot in line who has either never been to a Subway, or ordering a sandwich for them is like trying to do trigonometry in second grade.
"Ah want wheat bread!"
The poor teenaged Subway girl asks, "Footlong or six inch?"
"Ah want Roooooast Beef!"
"Is that a footlong or six inch sir?"
"Roast Beef!"
"Sir, did you want a footlong or six inch?"
"Footlong. WHEAT bread!"
Wow. That sure was hard.
He hemmed. And hawed. At cheese. Took him a good minute to decide what kind of cheese he wanted. I can't be certain, but he's looking and acting like a stereotypical hillbilly. Aren't we supposed to be cheese connoiseurs in this state?!
And that wasn't even the worst part.
He wanted bacon with the sandwich. The girl asked "Did you want the bacon toasted seperately, or with the sandwich?" (some sandwiches maybe you just want the meat toasted and not your bread or whatever).
"Ahhh wah?"
"Did you want your whole sandwich toasted, or just the bacon?"
"Ahhh want tha whole thing toasted! Why would ye just toast the bacon?!"
And don't forget the hemming a hawwwing over veggies. And that he nearly blew a gasket over Subway not having green olives.
Criminey.
I was super, super overly polite to the girl, hoping I'd show Larry the Cable Guy's uncle that he was being an uncivilized boar, but of course, that did no good. He probably thinks it's totally normal to treat people like that.
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