Part 2: The Sub Way home.
This place really is strange. Keep in mind that I have upstairs neighbours who flush toilets constantly to punish me for moving in my bed. Or the fact that stores close anywhere from noon to 2:pm on Saturdays, if they are open at all. Etc.
Well, after picking up my jacket, I made my way through wind and cold - (something postal carriers seem not able to do well here) - while also seeing an overweight guy from my apartment complex walking around downtown in only shorts and a T-shirt - and decided to get a sub at Subway, with a coupon for a $6 foot-long sub. Sounded like a good, two-meal deal.
I go in, and first, this guy darts in front of me and callously starts making his order. While that was being made, a couple comes in and yells that their subs weren't hot enough, so they wanted them made all over again. In a very insistent form of, "I need you to..." speech.
Then it's my turn. I wanted a turkey sub, so I ordered the Cali sub, or whatever #16 was called. All the ingredients were pre-listed. But the sandwich guy kept asking what I wanted on my sub, so it wasn't really the Cali sub, it was just another sub he was making according to customer specs.
And he never enunciated, clearly or loudly, so every time he asked or said something, I had to ask him to repeat himself. You'd think he would have corrected this problem after a few customers, but, no, still the same.
"What kna bred dwant?"
"What."
"What kind of bread do you want?"
"What kind do you have?"
"We hever tinogweee..."
"What?"
"We've got Italian, etc., etc. - everything but wheat..."
(And I am thinking to myself: "All those breads ARE wheat!")
I see a huge gaping disconnect here that will never set itself right.
Then the yelling couple are now apologising to the sandwich-maker, and the sandwich maker was like, "That's all right, I got nothing better to do with my life, so I don't blame you for yelling, because I don't really care. I just keep making sandwiches, even though I don't know what sandwiches we make."
Now, the Cali sub is supposed to cost $8, pre-coupon. $6 with the coupon, which I received in a flier. And the guy goes, "That will be $14.50." What?! "No, we don't take coupons. We stopped taking coupons years ago, (Mister Douglas)!" How was I supposed to even know that? (Why do they send me coupons to begin with?!) Just like McDonalds, "No, we stopped serving salads years ago."
But, I paid the price - twice as much as I had expected. And the sandwich wasn't any good. No salt to be found anywhere.
Then another customer comes in and makes an order, and starts talking about Saturday Night Live, but the guy at the countre had no idea what Saturday Night Live was!
And the customer was saying it was the funniest thing ever, which it never was.
I swear to god I am in hell.
Which I guess is why they call it the Subway...
"You know, I never knew why anyone would even care about politics..."
Well, after picking up my jacket, I made my way through wind and cold - (something postal carriers seem not able to do well here) - while also seeing an overweight guy from my apartment complex walking around downtown in only shorts and a T-shirt - and decided to get a sub at Subway, with a coupon for a $6 foot-long sub. Sounded like a good, two-meal deal.
I go in, and first, this guy darts in front of me and callously starts making his order. While that was being made, a couple comes in and yells that their subs weren't hot enough, so they wanted them made all over again. In a very insistent form of, "I need you to..." speech.
Then it's my turn. I wanted a turkey sub, so I ordered the Cali sub, or whatever #16 was called. All the ingredients were pre-listed. But the sandwich guy kept asking what I wanted on my sub, so it wasn't really the Cali sub, it was just another sub he was making according to customer specs.
And he never enunciated, clearly or loudly, so every time he asked or said something, I had to ask him to repeat himself. You'd think he would have corrected this problem after a few customers, but, no, still the same.
"What kna bred dwant?"
"What."
"What kind of bread do you want?"
"What kind do you have?"
"We hever tinogweee..."
"What?"
"We've got Italian, etc., etc. - everything but wheat..."
(And I am thinking to myself: "All those breads ARE wheat!")
I see a huge gaping disconnect here that will never set itself right.
Then the yelling couple are now apologising to the sandwich-maker, and the sandwich maker was like, "That's all right, I got nothing better to do with my life, so I don't blame you for yelling, because I don't really care. I just keep making sandwiches, even though I don't know what sandwiches we make."
Now, the Cali sub is supposed to cost $8, pre-coupon. $6 with the coupon, which I received in a flier. And the guy goes, "That will be $14.50." What?! "No, we don't take coupons. We stopped taking coupons years ago, (Mister Douglas)!" How was I supposed to even know that? (Why do they send me coupons to begin with?!) Just like McDonalds, "No, we stopped serving salads years ago."
But, I paid the price - twice as much as I had expected. And the sandwich wasn't any good. No salt to be found anywhere.
Then another customer comes in and makes an order, and starts talking about Saturday Night Live, but the guy at the countre had no idea what Saturday Night Live was!
And the customer was saying it was the funniest thing ever, which it never was.
I swear to god I am in hell.
Which I guess is why they call it the Subway...
"You know, I never knew why anyone would even care about politics..."