So... Just stopped at Subway for lunch/dinner, The kid there I think was high as a kite. At least I hope he was. Moving like molasses and talking like he had a mouthful of cock that he was afraid to spit out. Anyway the convo went like this.
Him: blank stare.
Me: I'll have a footlong meatball sub.
Him: blank stare slowly coming into focus
Me (a little louder): I'll have a footlong meatball sub.
Him:"...footlong meatb.... toasted?"
No.
Him:"What kind of cheese?"
American.
Him:"um...Toasted?"
No.
*starts to make the sub, I noticed he is motioning to the sandwich with the spoon, he's counting the 4 meatballs he already has on the bread. (footlong is 8 total), Gets to 6 meatballs, stops and counts again. Puts two more meatballs on, counts again. At this point I realize his lips are moving every time he counts.
Double checks, yep. 8.
Him: "what kind of cheese?"
American.
Him: "toasted"
No. And nothing else on it.
*gets to register, rings it, doesn't say another word. Just stares blankly at the counter.
I decided that I'd pay with my card so I wouldn't have to count cash out 8 times. Although I probably could have told him "I gave you $100" and gotten $165 back.
#Fightfor$15