Today for lunch I drove down to the little Subway shop in town. I didn't know what type of sandwich I was craving, but I had time to think as the woman in front of me was being very precise on how she wanted her sandwich constructed. She was being very precise, and very rude.
There is no reason you need to snap at the young lady making your sandwich because you told her you wanted pickles, when in your head you meant cucumbers. The young Subway lady is not psychic.
Anyway, the rude woman said she wanted ranch on her sandwich, and when the young Subway lady started putting ranch on the sandwich the rude woman said "NO NO THE ORANGE SAUCE! MAKE ME A NEW SANDWICH, THIS ONE IS RUINED!" The young Subway lady looked like she was kicked in the nuts, if that were possible.
Finally, the rude woman had her sandwich contstructed to her acceptable standard, and it was my turn to order my sandwich. I didn't want to give the young Subway lady any grief, so when she asked me what I wanted I told her "Um, will you make me a footlong sandwich of whatever the heck you want to make? I don't care what it is, as long as you have fun making it."
She looked at me dead on for a few seconds, and then said "Sure, I can do that." And then she made me a sandwich with lots of weird things on it that I would have never ordered for myself. It was about as off my usual sandwich as you could make. When it was done, she asked if I wanted the chips-and-a-drink combo, and I said Yes Please but asked for the two-cookie substitute for the chips.
She gave me an extra cookie, and smiled.
There is a moral to this story, but all you friends who read this blog already know how to properly treat people, so....
2 comments:
That was a good story. Politeness triumphed in the end and bestowed upon you triple cookies. Triple cookies are all anyone really wants out of life, I think.
you did good in trying to right the rude lady's wrong. you probably saved the subway girl from a full day of grumbling irritation.
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