September 27, 2003
From the conversation I had with the man behind the counter at Subway when I went there to get lunch today:
MAN (wrapping the sandwich he'd just made): Will that be all?
FAUSTUS: No, I'd also like a bag of baked chips and a soda.
MAN: Would you like some chips and a drink?
FAUSTUS: Um . . . yes.
MAN: What kind of chips?
FAUSTUS: The baked ones.
I want to comment on this, but words fail me.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 09:20 PM
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1) Anonymous #7 said (on 09/27/03 at 09:32 PM):
Sometimes it happens the other way around. The person you are serving has no clue and although you've given them the information they need to continue on and have a nice day they don't. Nothing you say sinks in and you have to repeat yourself ad nauseum.
2) Anonymous #7 said (on 09/27/03 at 09:32 PM):
Ick. ;P
3) sam said (on 09/27/03 at 09:33 PM):
I think that actually the words failed him.
4) Paul said (on 09/27/03 at 11:53 PM):
Being a former Subway employee I can say he was probably high on something or momentarily hearing impaired. I'm in love with your blog. Your writing abilities are amazing.
5) diego said (on 09/28/03 at 03:43 PM):
something similiar happened to me at the subway down the street last week.
Guy: do you want anything on it?
Me: I want lettuce, pickles, and bell peppers with mustard on top.
Guy: What would you like on it, sir?
Me: I want lettuce, pickles, and bell peppers with mustard.
Guy proceeds to put lettuce then jalepenoes then olives with mustard on top.
Guy: you can pay at the counter. NEXT!
6) Convivia said (on 09/28/03 at 04:29 PM):
Hey, if you worked at Subway, would you want to be paying attention?
Of course you wouldn't. And that's why God made Vicodin.
7) JW said (on 09/28/03 at 04:41 PM):
If this is the same Subway that I eat at -- around the corner from school -- then this man does this frequently. I noticed one day that he has small headphones inserted into his ears.
8) Jase said (on 09/28/03 at 08:57 PM):
Once upon a time when I was a teen working at a video store in Fargo, a customer walks in and asks, "Where's the nearest Subway?" I told him there's no underground transit system in Fargo.
Duh.
9) Wayne said (on 09/29/03 at 10:35 AM):
Samething happens to me very often in the morning, at Dunkin' Donuts at Penn Station. Let me tell you, they never get the orders right....
Wayne: "Medium Coffee Coolatta please."
Woman: "Medium Coffee?"
Wayne: "Coffee Coolatta."
Woman: "What Size?"
Wayne: "...................I want that! Middle cup size" (*points at the picture*)
Woman: "Okay."
10) Suzywoozy said (on 09/29/03 at 01:45 PM):
It reminds me of the occasional hell that was waiting tables:
Me: We have french, ranch, greek, and blue cheese.
Ass wipe: Do you have peppercorn?
Me: No, sir. We have french, ranch, greek, and blue cheese.
Ass wipe: No italian, then?
Me: No.
Ass wipe: So what kinds do you have?
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