i go to Subway two or three times a week for lunch. it is right across the street from work, i don't feel guilty after eating it, i can get a meal for around $5.00. the same lady is always working when i go there. everyday i get the exact same thing. i'm just like that. i know what i like, why screw with it? so, anyway, every single day after putting on the meat and cheese she asks me, "Do you want your sandwich toasted?" and everyday i say, "No thanks." and then everyday she asks, "What do you want on it?" and everyday i say, "Just lettuce, please." and everyday she says, "That's it? You don't want any sauce?" and i say, "No."
EVERYDAY!!!
i mean, holy crap, i realize that if you are in your forties and are still working at a fast food restaurant, you may not be the most intelligent person in the room. but she really doesn't seem to be mentally deficient in any way, i mean, she counts change without screwing up (of course, it isn't too difficult since the freaking cash register tells you what to give back, now). Maybe she suffers from anterograde amnesia, i don't know. it is really annoying.
i used to go to a different Subway all the time when i worked at a car wash as a teenager. i would go there everyday at lunch. i would just walk in and they would start making my sandwich before i even got up to the counter. it isn't that difficult. chances are, since i have been getting the EXACT same sandwich every single time for the last year, i'm probably not gonna walk in all of a sudden and order something else. i mean, if i did decide to do that, i would preface my order by saying, "Hey! Guess what! I'm trying something new today!" because I, being an intelligent observer of human nature and tendencies, would assume that the "Sandwich Artist" would be getting ready to pull out the same loaf with the same meat and cheese and lettuce, and I would give them a fair warning.
Luckily, i don't have to worry about all of that with this woman because she is apparently suffers from some sort of short term memory loss. maybe i should put a polaroid of myself on the counter with a caption saying, "NO SAUCE!"
