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my sister, Devin! So, without further ado, here is Devin's Subway Experience With Dad:
So, I’m on one of my “day’s out” with Dad and I
had decided that we would eat at Subway this time. (And this is sometime at the end of summer,
beginning of fall of the year 2011.) Anyhow,
we go to the food court at the mall to eat at Subway. I get my usual “oven roasted chicken breast”
on wheat bread, but Dad decides to get something different: steak, egg, and
cheese, which sounded pretty good to him.
So the guy working there naturally asks us what we want, and naturally I
tell him. He looks around for the wheat
bread, can’t find any, and asks the lady at the cash register who immediately
finds some on the bottom shelf. Then he
takes the bread and starts to slice it; by now I can tell that he is most
likely a new worker because he was doing everything so s-l-o-w.
Anyway, he then puts the chicken on my bread
and the provolone cheese that I had asked for (and somewhere between cutting my
bread and Dad’s, the guy broke the knife he was using and had to get a new one).
After that he proceeds with Dad’s
sandwich with the same slowness, but when Dad saw the steak (if you can call it
that) that the guy was putting on his sandwich, it suddenly didn’t look so
tasty. The steak was in these little
paper containers that looked more like chopped up dog food than steak. The guy takes a couple containers of “steak”
and flops them on Dad’s sandwich. Next,
he asks Dad if he wants egg whites or egg yolks. Dad, slightly puzzled, answers, “Could I have
a little of both?”
The guy replies, “Um,
sure.”
He starts to take out perfectly
round, already made, egg whites which fall apart as he takes them out. So, not wanting to put broken pieces of egg
on Dad’s sandwich, he tosses those back in and attempts to get more when Dad
says, “You can just put egg yolk on it if you want” (the egg yolks tend to stay
together better).
After that, the guy
asks Dad if he wants it heated or toasted.
Dad, not hearing him correctly, answers, “Yes, please.” The guy doesn’t bother asking again and just
puts it in the toaster and then asks me the same thing.
I firmly answer, “Toasted.”
Hearing my answer, Dad inquires of me, “What
did he ask me?”
“He asked you if you
wanted it heated or toasted,” I reply.
Dad hurriedly tells the guy, “Oh, toasted!”, even though it was already
in the toaster.
After the sandwiches are
out of the toaster, I walk over to where you choose what else you want on your
sandwich. I’m looking over what else I
want, naturally waiting for him to ask
me what I want. I wait a few moments and
then look up to find him staring at me, waiting for me to just tell him what I
would like. So, without being asked, I proceed
to tell him what else I want on my sandwich.
When he goes to put the mayonnaise on, he didn’t realize it was about
empty and it splattered everywhere. But
then he got a new bottle and finished it up.
After putting everything that Dad wants on his, he attempts to close it
and wrap it up. But Dad had so much
stuff on his that he was having a pretty rough time closing it. He tries to shove all of the sandwich’s
contents in with the knife he was using and somewhat succeeds. As he was trying to wrap up our sandwiches,
the paper kept unfolding on him and finally he just left it, rolled them up,
and put them in the bag.
Finally, we could
eat our sandwiches, although Dad didn’t really care for his too much. He said, “I’m not getting this kind
again.” So, here ends my Subway
experience with Dad.
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