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.

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10 Responses to From the conversation I had

  1. Anonymous #7 says:

    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 says:

    Ick. ;P

  3. sam says:

    I think that actually the words failed him.

  4. Paul says:

    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 says:

    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 says:

    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 says:

    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 says:

    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.


  9. Wayne says:

    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 says:

    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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