A Little Something I Like to Call...Manners

Just yesterday I visited my favorite health food restaurant (Subway). It was at about 2 in the afternoon so the place was like a ghost town and only had one person working.

As I walked near the door, this short and rather portly fellow, with a horrible mustache walked in front of me, beating me inside. I didn't mind much seeing we were the only customers in the store.

We stood next to each other for a minute waiting for the nice lady to greet us. I just remember he kept letting out these loud exhales. The kind my mom does when she is annoyed at somebody/something...

"Seafood isn't a five dollar one anymore?!" he brutely exclaimed. She shook her head.

"Oh wow! Ok, fine, give me the black forest ham!"

"Now, I want the mustard on the bottom slice of bread..." She gladly puts the mustard on.

"Well, that's the top bread! I said bottom!" She sadly smiled at him and scraped the mustard off.

After he demanded all his veggies he took out his subway points card and then demanded that she add points to it. "I want you to put points on this, ok!!?"

It was finally my turn to be helped. So I thought...

"Do you guys have freshly-sliced lemon wedges??!!" She shook her head.

"Are you serious?!?" he said.

She finally got to start on my sub. Just a simple turkey on wheat with lettuce, green peppers , tomatoes and banana peppers. (The perfect sub if you ask me.)

"Oh, wait, your Diet Coke is out!!" he yelled. She ran to the back to check.

"Oh, wait, maybe not. Let me taste it. Eh, it's decent I guess. Every other drink is bad tasting!"

The worst part about this whole scene is he would look at me every time he said something. I'll admit, a dirty look or two escaped my face in his direction. The dirtiest being the Diet Coke thing. I just wanted my sub and wanted to get out of there.

The moral of this story...don't be a jerk.