Imagine if they switch carreers and go work for Starbucks? :eek:
And seriously, is there anything more pretentious than calling them “Sandwich Artists”? They’re making a sammich. And with less accuracy than my 10 year old nephew.
When I go to BK I’ve learned that I have to mention at least twice that I don’t want tomato on the burger. They fuck it up so often I’ve given up and just started eating the meal there. Much faster to walk the burger back to the counter 2/3 of the time they fuck it up than to turn around and drive back. I love raw tomatoes, but only when they’re solo with some salt. Not on my sandwich. I can take them off, sure, but you still taste them and it ruins the meal for me.
As with all fast food joints, the drive through is the worst.
[Joe Pesci] They fuck you at the drive through![/Joe Pesci]
guess I should have mentioned, this didn’t happen at Subway, it was a generic sub place in a mall food court. You didn’t get to watch them make the sub.
Actually, in my experience you have better luck if you order each thing you want individually. They don’t have to think as much.
Once the Starbuck’s person asked me 5 times whether I wanted whip on my (nonfat) mocha. Each and every time I looked her in the eyes and said “No.”
Of course, there was whip .
Now, when they ask me the question I’ve already answered a second time, I say something out of the ordinary, like “ishkabibble” before I answer.
Still doesn’t work, but I like the look on their faces .
Me: “So how was work last night?”
He: “Ookuhminkastorf.”
Me: :mad:
He: “So what’s for dinner?”
Me: “Ookuhminkastorf.”
He: “Oh. Work was fine, nothing unusual.”
Me: “Oh, we’re speaking English now. I was thinking about making spaghetti, but I’m open to suggestions.”
I used to have to order “Cheeseburger–no meat” for my son. He hates hamburger patties, but he liked the cheese with ketchup, mustard, and onions on a hamburger bun. Many a hamburger flipper had to ask me to repeat the order before it really sank in that he did NOT want meat, and he would not eat the sandwich if meat had ever touched it.
Now he just eats the chicken pieces instead, but then I have to convince the people that he just wants ketchup, instead of one of the gazillion fancy dips there are to choose from now.
Back when BK had jalapeno poppers and mozzarella sticks, I used to have to insist that I wanted the Ranch sauce instead of the marinara sauce that normally came with the mozzarella sticks. I still have that problem in the cafeteria at my workplace. There must be some law I am unfamiliar with that says “Thou MUST serve marinara sauce with mozzarella sticks,” even when the customer insists that she does not want it and will throw it away untouched if it is given to her anyway.
I thought of this immediately! In fact, I believe that’s what’s happening. The workers aren’t mindless drones–they’re channeling a variation of that Monty Python sketch!
Were the OP (after the 8th time asked if he wants cheese) to reply, “I give up! Let’s have some cheese then,” I’m certain the response would be, “Sorry, fresh out. We had some earlier, but the cat’s eaten it.” You must try it next time.
First of all, who cares about the American when they have Pepper Jack.
Second why go to a bad Subway. Due to the Congressional Subway Proliferation Act which requires that every Mini Mall, Medium size or larger Department store, truckstop, and 50% of all new gas stations have a Subway, there is most likely another one within 100 yards.
Hear hear, beowulf573, Indian food is always better. But if I were in India, I would be so busy chowing down on delicious samosas, pakoras, curries, pappars, idlis, chutneys, biryanis, burfis, khir, sambar, chapatis, parathas, churva, murukku, etc. that the thought of Subway would never enter my mind. Now you’ve gone and made me hungry. Lunch break time!
Thanks for clearing that up. I’ve been wondering if this is the case, as so many of the employees at these kinds of places* become bewildered, slowed and sometimes downright shocked when you try to specify your order. I’ve always wondered how they manage to get through a normal work week if they react this way every time, and why they keep reacting that way every time.
[sub]*Though not at Subway. I unconditionally love the local Subway outlet, where they ask about every single ingredient before putting it on the sandwich.[/sub]
I don’t think their sandwiches count as a sammich. Not nearly hearty enough. Now Katz’s Deli in Austin or Kopperman’s in Saint Louis … Those are sammiches.
There’s a great buffalo wings place in my town. They put the order together in the back and tie up the bag so you don’t know what you have until you get home, unless you want to untie the bag, etc. Usually, they get it right. So, a few weeks ago I stop in and order wings with extra hot sauce. The drone interpreted “extra hot sauce” to mean “ranch dressing.” There’s little I can imagine that’s more disgusting than ranch dressing with buffalo wings. I tried again last night. This time I got dry wings with nothing at all on them, just a tiny plastic cup of hot sauce. On the plus side, I won’t be going back for a while because I know I’ll get snotty with them and then we’re into rat hair and spit territory.
I’m sorry, but I confess that if I were one of these poor McDrones, I’d be mighty confused at this.
I understand the frustration here- I’ve had bad food experiences as well- but let’s try to keep some perspective. It’s a $3 sandwich. In some cases, we’re talking about 99 cent items. Some allowances should be made for the convenience involved. All that I expect from fast food is that it be …fast. If I want something that’s actually good, I spend a few bucks more, or make it myself.
But if you do receive bad service, by all means, vote with your dollar! What I don’t get is the people that subject themselves to the same bad food vendors time after time.
I’ve been in a hundred different Subway shops and I’ve never had more than one person ask me what kind of cheese I wanted on any particular sammich. A simple “no cheese” always works for me. What the fuck is wrong with you, you can’t make yourself understood? Do you mumble or speak in foreign tongues?
If they didn’t hear you correctly or had a brain fart or someone else gets involved in the sandwich-making process that was not privy to your initial declaration, is it such a terrible, earth-shattering expenditure of energy that you cannot repeat your wishes in the cheese regard? Who the hell do you think you are, that they should remember your wishes and desires from one moment to the next? You are not important to them; you are one of a thousand bleating sheep that passes in front of their sorry lot each day. How would you feel with your prune-y hands stuck in those gloves for hours on end?
Letting petty annoyances raise your stress hormone levels and blood pressure will take years off your pathetic life. Yelling at poorly-paid employees of a probably marginally profitable fast food emporium is not high on the list of attributes for a well-adjusted adult in our society. Perhaps seek anger management counseling or brown-bag it or stay the fuck home and make your own goddamned sandwich.
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Back when I worked at Burger King, you could get a Whopper with no meat by just ordering a Vegetarian Whopper with cheese.
Actually, I’ve had the opposite problem with the ranch. It seems that whenever I get a salad to go, I ned up with ranch no matter what dressing I order. It’s bad enough that I can’t get creamy garlic or creamy italian since ranch came along, but to actually try and force that nasty gunk on me is unpardonable.
(somewhere on this board is my rant against ranch dressing)
This surprises me. I seem to get a significant amount of cross-contamination at Subway, like a stray olive or pickle fragment in my sandwiches all the time, because all the toppings are in open bins used by harried people reaching across all of them for handfuls of slippery food. Drips happen, and frequently.
If tiny amounts of tomato juice is really that bad for you, I’d think you’d be dead already. I think I can guarantee that you’ve ingested some there, mixed in with other stuff, assuming you eat there with any frequency.
I’m reminded of the Starbucks thread where someone with a deathly allergy to caffeine apparently went in and ordered decaf, essentially rolling the dice on the attention and care of minimum-wage kids. If I was Hindi, I wouldn’t go to fricking McDonald’s, even if it was just for the fries.
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