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| - I don't know what was lodged so far up Justin's ass tonight, but whoever manages your subway needs to talk to that boy about respect. I ordered a turkey bacon guac, and he slaps raw bacon on my sandwich. Don't get me wrong, I'm fully aware of the limited people who are willing to work overnight at a subway, but I mean come on, have some standards for your hiring process. Like any human with a brain in my head, I asked to have my bacon microwaved. From that moment on slim shady coped a nasty attitude with me. He literally slammed the microwave door. Watch out everyone, we've got a tough guy over here. Apparently I had made his job so overbearing that he had to display his undying teenage angst. Then the tip on the iceberg was that he had to go open a new thing of guacamole. Man, what a tedious sandwich. First, he had to lift bacon into a microwave and press a button, now he has to cut open plastic? My god, what a hard life. He finally came back after a questionable amount of time preparing pre-made guacamole, I'm sure I ate some spit tonight, and he then slammed the guacamole bin into its spot. He wrapped my sandwich and shoved my chips in the bag like his life depended on forcefully making my sandwich. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, and I'm glad he didn't, it was probably obvious that I was uncomfortable and utterly concerned with whoever is in charge of your hiring. Not to mention he had a downtrodden sloppy looking friend sitting in the corner with his failed attempt at a man bun just creeping the night away. I know people with down syndrome who could run a better subway. Get it together. And for the love of god, make sure that kid stays in school, he's got a lot of learning to do.
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