I was in the line at Subway last night when I noticed there's something it seems we all have in common. The second we past the first pane of glass in the Subway line, we all immediately become modifying experts. I'm just as guilty of it as everyone else. "Some mayo, a few onions, a handful of banana peppers and a whole bunch of spinach." Anywhere else that's considered something special and there are those who won't order that way, feeling it's an imposition. But for whatever reason, Subway WILL make the sandwich as we want. If I have to ask for black olives three or four times until my personal sandwich artist gets it right. And I have no problem asking for him to scrape off onions. Yes I'd like some, but I'd also like to taste something else in the coming week.
On a related note, when someone is elected the bag man for a Subway run, then all modifiers are off. Nobody writes all of that down and the bag man only cares about one sandwich. And then when he doles out the sandwiches, he gets that happy, satisfied feeling. After all, he gets to watch everyone else eat a lunch made without care and love while he eats exactly what he wanted. As a bonus, there's at least a chance they screwed up the sammys so bad that he'll never be elected to go again. Next time you're out there for your 12" for $5, listen closely and smile to yourself. Most people put less thought into their doctors than they do creating the perfect sandwich.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Healthy debate is good. Irrational hatred is bad.