Why are people asses? So at lunch the other day I probably witness one of the most humiliating scenes I could imagine. Worst than a one nut balding fat man with halitosis trying to pick up on Megan Fox. I was at a Subway and happened to be positioned behind some brimstone demon from hell. This woman must have been in her late 40’s, dressed in one of those stupid ass valor jumpsuits with “juicy” written on the ass. A bright blue and white advertisement drawing everyone’s attention to the ass she didn’t have. (Side note: if you aren’t blessed with the body of J-Lo circa 2000, or any video vixen, don’t wear this jumpsuits out in public. You’re embarrassing yourself and the fabric of valor.)
This woman must have been one of those wives who spends her husband’s money all day trying to humiliate publics service attendants because at home her husband makes her feel like a shell of woman with his open infidelity and verbal berating of her family and her quickly decreasing looks. Either way she found her way through a break of coke snorting and a shopping marathon to belittle her next victim in this Subway.
I understand there is an inherit control Subway bestows on its customers. You go in, Subway has the ingredients, you practically make your sandwich, easy enough. But ever so often (more often than not) there are these individuals who take this formula and clutch it in their tyrannical claws and rip it to shreds.
I shit you not, this was the encounter:
Subway dude (SD): Hello miss, welcome to Subway, what can I get you today? (keep in mind he’s smiling at this point)
Valor Bitch (VB): I know you’re gonna get this wrong, so I’ll speak slow. You guys always mess up my order. (Stone face behind a pair of oversized sunglasses)
SD: Uh…I’m sorry to hear that, well what can I get you today?
VB: Ok, I want two sandwiches, one on wheat and the other on…wait what type of bread does the sweet onion chicken teriyaki come on?
SD: Whatever type of bread you like…
VB: No that’s not what’s in the picture!…What’s that bread in the picture?
SD: Oh in the picture…Italian.
VB: Italian? Uh…no…no…I’ll just have it on white.
SD: Ok, and the second sandwich?
VB: Let’s just do this one first!
SD: Ok. So everything on it?
VB: Did I say everything on it? No.
SD: Would you like this toasted?
VB: It’s not toasted in the picture, have you made this before?
SD: Uh, yes miss. Ok…lettuce, cheese tomato, onions, green peppers, olives and pickles?
VB: A little lettuce, two tomatoes, no cheese, no onions, a “smidge” of olives, no green peppers and no pickles. And none of that…that…sauce stuff.
SD: The sweet on sauce? Would you like to try some of it.
VB: Sure.
SD: Here you go.
VB: Uhhhhggg!! Why would you put that on a sandwich? I hope you warn people before putting that crap on their sandwiches. There should be a sign put up.
SD: Uh…so that’s a no…?
VB: Yeah, and you shouldn’t be putting that on any other sandwiches.
That’s sandwich number one. The guy is now no longer smiling.
SD: And the second….?
VB: I want a turkey and ham sandwich on wheat.
SD: Ok, what would you like on it?
VB: Well this one needs to be made in three parts. I want turkey on one third of it, ham on the other and both on the last.
SD: Uhhhhh….
VB: Swiss cheese on the 1/3 with turkey, American on the 1/3 with ham and peppercorn on the one with both.
SD: Uhhhh….
VB: Light onions on the 1/3 with ham, no onions on 1/3 with turkey and only green peppers on the one with both.
SD: Uhhhh….
VB: That’s too many onions!!!!!
SD: Uhhhh….
VB: Oh just forget it.. I knew you’d ruin it. Just light mayo on all of them, mustard on the 1/3 with ham and just salt and pepper on the one with both and wrap them up so I can get out of here. I mean it’s not that hard and you guys find a way to ruin it every time.
SD: That’ll be 14.56 VB: What?! I thought the subs were 5 dollars?
SD: Most of them are…you ordered the Sweet Chicken Teriyaki which isn’t and chips.
VB: Oh, that’s how you rip people off, get them in here and change everything.
SD: Have a nice day miss.
VB:……………
I mean for fuck sake people it’s a goddamn sandwich shop. Use the ingredients and the suggested sandwich choices and be on your marry way. Why do people feel they have a right to go in and just make the subway servers day a fucking hell? It’s completely unnecessary. You don’t have the right to only pay 5 dollars but stack your sandwich with 35 dollars worth of produce. You don’t have the right to belittle the employees when they misjudge your made up measurements (remember, they’re not mind readers). You don’t have the right to demand for ingredients that Subway doesn’t have. And you don’t have the right think Subway is your kitchen, you can’t go around bossing the employees to change their cutting, mixing, spreading, baking, toasting or saucing protocols. It’s Subway and not your way. If you have a particular way you make your sandwich then you should probably make it yourself. You don’t do this elsewhere in your life, you don’t tell a contractor, “hmmm I don’t know think you should be laying that pipe work there.” You’re not allowed to go into a restaurants kitchen and tell the chef, “Oooo whoa! Whoa!! Ease up on that cayenne pepper on the broiled peppered halibut dish.” So stop being a pain in the ass customer. If there are too many peppers, too many onions, or olives when there shouldn’t be…guess what you lazy sloth, use your two hands and fix it. I’ve seen the tip jar, most people aren’t tipping these workers but sure as hell act like they are.
Why are people such asses when they’re allowed to participate in something?