conversations with idiots who eat fresh.

11-3 really isn’t that bad, but I’m pretty sure the dumbest people come in. I cannot count the number of times this conversation has happened in multiple variations:

Me: Welcome to Subway! What kind of bread would you like?

Customer: Uhhh… turkey.

Me: What kind of bread? 

Customer: Do you have provolone?

Me: No, we have American, pepperjack, cheddar, and mozzarella.

Customer: Do you have Swiss?

Me: No, we have American, pepperjack, cheddar, and mozzarella.

Customer: Alright then I’ll have turkey American.

Me: What. kind. of. bread!?

Alternatively, there’s the ‘let’s give my entire order to the first person who talks to me,’ kind of people, who aren’t dumb so much as they are short-tempered and impatient, but just as irritating nonetheless.

Me: Hi! Welcome to Subway! What kind of bread can I get for you?

Customer: Alright I want steak and cheese with double cheese, half American and half pepperjack, double toasted with onions on it before you toast it and then lettuce, tomatoes, black olives, jalapenos, and lite mayonnaise.

Me:   

Today I had a solid mix of both of ‘em, but time flew by so I didn’t have much time to be irritated.

After work, I made myself a veggie max flat bread sub with lottts of banana peppers and jalapenos. I’m pretty prone to sneezing around our pepper, and I had sprinkled a little on my sammich. I didn’t think it was enough to affect me… until I was in the middle of a huge bite. Couldn’t hold it back and sneezed so hard that a piece of jalapeno literally went through my nose. TMI? IDC. My whole face is still burning and this happened an hour ago.