minor sub-sucks.
i wasn't punched in for thirty seconds before i had a line of customers gathered before me at the front-line; i'm cranking out sandwiches for the pre-dinner rush crowd alone, by the way, thanks to the moronic dramatics of the manager and her assistant, my only co-workers at the time, who've basically refused to wait on customers. that's co-workers suck, though.
everyone inside taken care of, i go for the customer waiting in drive-thru. the following conversation ensues:
FUCKMELTS = mad, confusing drive-thru lady
ME = welcome to subway! where dreams come to die.
F.M.: i want two subs. i want one on white and one on honey wheat*. turkey, ham, and bacon**.
ME: okay. and did you want the melts microwaved or toasted?
F.M.: [mildly annoyed] what? melt? no. turkey. ham. and bacon. with just lettuce.
ME: sorry. that's what our subway melt is; turkey, ham, and bacon...did you want either one microwaved or toasted?
F.M.: [thoroughly annoyed] no. and i need a coldcut on wheat. lettuce, onion, vinegar and oil.
ME: alright. so that's two, foot long melts. one on white, the other on honey oat. just--
F.M.: [yelling now] NO. I DON'T WANT A MELT! i want ONE foot long on WHITE BREAD with TURKEY. HAM. AND BACON.
ME: again, ma'am, i apologize, but that is what our melt is -turkey, ham, and bacon.
F.M.: [still yelling] and i want a COLDCUT on WHEAT.
eventually, i got the order straight and read it back to her flawlessly, although the i'm so much better and smarter than you-tone remained.
*it's honey oat and wheat.
**a subway melt consists of... you guessed it! -turkey, ham, and bacon.
and also: i know it's not your fault and it's inconvenient, but when i apologetically inform you that we're currently out of white bread, the appropriate response isn't an incredibly snappy, snobbish, i guess i won't be having white then, will i?
no, ma’am, you won’t be. so get the fuck over it and chose a different kind of bread, or get the fuck out.