February 2024 by Chris M. Anderson
This was by far the worst service I have ever received in my life. So, the subway worker acted the entire time I was being served by her, that she was just extremely so much better than me. Like, she discovered the cure for cancer, better than me. I MIGHT expect to get this kind of treatment from say like, Taylor Swift, or, maybe, Elon Musk, uh, the president of the CDC. Maybe. They are actuall all pretty, pretty nice people though, I've heard, so, auh, yeah, maybe not. I don't know.But, um, she auh, she was not, Taylor swift. Um, definitely, not, Taylor, auh swift. Not Elon Musk either, matter fact.Just the subway worker there. Tattoos, though, had, auh, tattoos all over, her, a, neck.So, very rude person! Acted like, how dare, I, you know, ME, how dare, I, make her work, and wait on me.I've gone too far, I've asked, just, asked ya know, way too much of her. Just wanted that, 1, auh, 1, 6- inch sandwich. please. I didn't even wanted it toasted guys. I didn't.But still, she still, auh, felt it necessary to rudely ask me, "what do you want? Are you here for an online order"?Auh, me: "No".Subway lady worker: with the neck tattoos: "your gonna have to wait then"! And she turns her back to me for about a minute, the only thing she was doing, was, nothing, just stood there, then turned back around and said again, "what do u want"I told her, on the darkest white bread you have, 6 inches, I'll have a BLT, with extra american cheese.I was certain, by her loud exhale, and how hard she rolled her eyes, that I must have interrupted, had to have Interrupted, the most important thing in her life.I know, I know, the darkest white. Sounds almost like a trick there doesn't it, she had to auh, concentrate on that for a minute, like maybe, like, you were at work, you know, a job.So anyway, she grabbed, any, white piece of bread, and said, "I suppose u want it toasted too." I don't think that it was, auh, really a question though, so I quickly returned a no.At this point, I'm going over in my head what I want on it, so I could hurry up and tell her fast, just so I could leave that place. I think, I even said I'd take the frozen cucumbers, just to quickly name a couple things, I don't think I even cared at that point. I don't even like cucumbers. But they were all frozen. So maybe it's, different that way."What do u want on it" she rudely said. Lettuce,onions,cucumbers,mayo,that's all. All in one breath.She rang me up. I paid. She walked away. No thank you have a nice night.As she turned away and as I did, she yelped, "want receipt"I said no.BUUUUT, no extra breath taken in-between, and literally pivoting my foot, on the one only step I took, I said, actually, yes, I do want it.The loud exhale again and giant eye roll followed by a sigh of disgust, like, how could you really make me do this, she grabbed the receipt off the top of garbage, slammed it down on counter, crumpled up still in a ball, but now with food all over it, and she walked away.Which, was ok with me, I wanted to get out of the same existence of, well, can't call her a lady or women, she obviously doesn't know what that isI'll just say, female. Non binary. Loser. Idiot. Whatever she identifys as. Maybe it's a can of corn, I just don't know. But I just let her go, back to, auh, back to what ever it was she was doing before I so rudely entered the subway store ,and, and I can't even believe I am gonna say this, and, ordered, a subway sandwich. while, she was working. Her job. Auh, sandwich artist?Again, I'm not sure.She didn't have on a name tag so I don't know her name or her actual role.Must be at the top though, because whatever i had interrupted earlier is going to b a catastrophic problem. Huge. Big. Maybe it was a life or death leak in the toilet.I'm too scared to know the truth about what I interrupted her doing. At work. Where u work.I can't handle t
