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.
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.
Ick. ;P
I think that actually the words failed him.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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?