Service

My daughter and I stopped at a Subway for a late lunch today.

When we walked in there was no one behind the counter. No other customers came in until I was paying the bill and she was filling her soft drink.

One young server finally came out, followed by another. It took me a minute to decide what I wanted and I did change my mind on which bread I wanted, but I did it almost instantly. He didn't have time to even pick up the other bread. My daughter pretty much ordered immediately.

I say all of this because the man behind the counter made it plain he was beleaguered by our presence and I was trying to figure out why. Did we take too long to order?  Did we interrupt their afternoon break? Does he not like women? Does he not like women who could be a couple? Does he not like older white haired women? Does he not like people who order six inch subs instead of twelve? Or maybe he doesn't like large women?

When I asked what the sandwich of the day was he told me in such a way as to imply it was an awful choice, which I agreed with.

I even thought his rudeness might be my imagination so I didn't call him on it, but I did not tip him. As we left my daughter said indignantly, "I work in fast food and he was rude!  I would never treat customers like that."  I told her we weren't going to let him ruin our lunch, yet he certainly put a pall over it.

I did come home and drop a line to the company although I can hear his response now. They didn't even tip! They couldn't make up their minds. Stupid women, come in in the middle of the afternoon to feed their fat faces.

No one can be meaner to me than me.