I just finished eating a ridiculously disgusting number of tacos. Homemade, with tons of veggies, but tacos none the less. Yum. The even more disgusting part? I would eat another one right now if SB hadn't been giving me weird looks that suggested he may leave my ass if I took one more bite.
For lunch today I had Subway, which I haven't had in a while. I was pretty excited, until the girl asked what I wanted.
"A 6" Spicy Italian on Brown.
She turned around to grab the bread, but grabbed the Italian bread.
- No, brown bread please.
She smiled and mumbled okay, grabbed a brown bread, then cut the bread, then asked what kind of meat I wanted.
- The Spicy Italian.
- You said you wanted brown
- Yes, brown bread, but Spicy Italian sub.
This confused her, so she called over one of her cohorts.
- Spicy Italian please.
- That's a kind of bread.
- No....I'm pretty sure it's a sandwich. It's listed right there under the BMT - see - on the menu there...
They both stared blankly at me, then called over another cohort.
- Can I have a Spicy Italian sandwich please?
Then he went on to explain it to the two other dimwits.
The rest of my sandwich construction went okay, until it came time for the sauce.
- Mayo please
Another blank stare.
- Mayonnaise? Mayo.....
Still staring blankly, then she calls over smart guy who knew what sub I was talking about and told him she couldn't understand what sauce I wanted. He looked at me.
- Mayo - I would like to have mayo."
He turned to her, and I sweart to god, said "Mayo." And then she put mayo.