Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Subway treads on dangerous ground

In need of a quick bite to eat, I stopped by the neighborhood Subway and ordered a turkey sandwich. The cashier, distracted by a conversation with the sandwich-makers, asked the woman in front of me what kind of sandwich she had. "Ham," came the reply. Then the query came to me. "Turkey," I said. After some more chatting with her colleagues, she asked again, "What kind of sandwich did you order?"

"Turkey."

She gave me the price, and I pulled a $10 bill from my turban to pay. "He ordered ham," said one of the sandwich-makers, in the voice of a tattling grade-schooler. The cashier shot an accusatory look my way. "What kind of sandwich did you order?" she said. "What did I just tell you?" I barked. "Turkey." And with that I grabbed my change and left.

Keep annoying your customers in this manner, Subway, and I will be forced to declare jihad on that insufferable Jared.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am upset - do you not like my KIBBLE? Aine

PS When will you post part VI of your blue bull capture adventure?!!

Sarah said...

Ayatollah, please feel free to declare jihad on that insufferable Jared.

Also, please check your email. Ria has sent you a Dogster request, if she may be so bold.

Curiously, my WV is "spamgod".

Ayatollah Mugsy said...

Sorry, Leslee. Those infidels ...

I like all Kibble, Aine. Posting about my Prague adventure is quite emotionally draining.

I don't know, Ranger. They seemed fairly clueless. Infidels ...

I will be happy to welcome Ria to the corral, Sarah O.