I’ve been going to a Subway near where I work for a quick, (relatively) cheap, halfway nutritious lunch once or twice a week.
They’re starting to get to know me. I’m the six-inch wheat turkey no cheese lettuce spinach cucumber black olives mayo person. Yep, I’m boring about eating, very little desire to vary my selections.
Anyhow, I know the folks are supposed to ask if you want cheese. Just like they ask if you want it toasted, you what a “meal”, you want a drink, and all those other questions. All very reasonable.
However, they are also supposed to LISTEN to your response.
I don’t even mind that they always ask me about cheese when I enter… I mean, I just might change my mind, right?
HOWEVER - when I say “no cheese” I mean NO CHEESE!
Last week, I was asked FOUR TIMES, each time by a different person on the line, if I wanted cheese with that, three of them actually reaching for cheese as if by some horrific omission their co-worker up the line had someone the Cheese Question, or worse yet, actually forgotten the cheese :eek:
Well, I probably did announce a bit louder than strictly necessary that I DID NOT WANT CHEESE, but I’m half deaf from this fucking head cold and it’s sort of screwing up my voice modulation. And my voice, to some degree.
Anyhow, today, the first line person believed me when I said “no cheese”. The NEXT line person - standing less than two feet away from the first - promptly asked me “Cheese?”. I said no, just turkey. She applied turkey. “Do you want cheese?” “No” She applied more turkey, started reaching into the cheese bucket, and asked “Do you want chee-”
“NO, FOR THE THIRD TIME, NO CHEESE!”
What fuck is wrong with people like this? She can hear. She speaks fluent English. She displays no overt signs of physical or mental disorder - except, perhaps, obessive-compulsive problems.
The rest of her fellow “sandwhich artists” looked at her and said “Don’t worry about the cheese”.
Nice folks. Most of 'em. Except the Cheese Nazi.