It's nice to see Subway doing their part
...in employing the mentally challenged.
That was mean. Maybe the situation is more a comment on life in different econimic strata.
So, for lunch today, I went to Subway. Yum, sammich!
I had a delightful Veggie Delight on Honey Oat. Nummy. And, as quick background for those who don't know me, I'm vegetarian.
Anyway, I went to the Subway down the street to get my sandwich. There's a little bit of line, no biggie, I hop in & tell the bread-cutting man I want a veggie with all the cheeses. (out of pepperjack today. bummer.)
He passes my sammy to the veggie lady. Who barely touches the paper it's sitting on. She stares blankly at my sandwich for a SOLID 90 seconds beforeshe turns to her manager at the register and whispers, "Where's the meat?"
The manager glances at the sandwich, looks at me, and says, "Veggie, right?" I reply, "Yes." The veggie girl looks at me like her life would end if she had to eat such an abomination.
She then spends 3 minutes putting on my veggies. Not because I want anything hard, but because one of her gloves didn't fit, so she took it off, decided it was too hard to put on a new one, & is now trying to do everything one-handed.
So, I take back what I said. It wasn't mean, this girl is feeble. If it turns out she really is mentally handicapped, I might offer a weak apology & recommend she try a less mentally taxing job like....... um....... Wal-Mart greeter?
But, it's also an interesting comment on society. I'm used to living in the city with a bunch of yuppies. If the fact that you're vegetarian comes up in a group of 10 people, it's not unusual for someone else to say they are, too, for another 3 to say they were at one point, and for the entire group to agree that they love a good meatless entree from time to time. "Hooray, veggie entrees!" you all cry together. Or, something like that.
I work, however, in Independence. For those of you not from the KC metro area, you'll recognize Indep., MO as the birthplace & hometown of President Harry S. Truman (whose childhood home I work about 3 blocks from. lovely house.). Or, if you're a reader of Rolling Stone, you might remember when, a few years back, the magazine dubbed the city Meth Capital of the World. Seriously, you could have a law firm, do nothing but meth cases, & like comfortably. So, it's a slightly different social demographic than the one I sleep in. And, apparently one that cries when they don't get beef with their meal.
But, whatever. My sammy is delicious. I wish I'd bought a cookie, though.
That was mean. Maybe the situation is more a comment on life in different econimic strata.
So, for lunch today, I went to Subway. Yum, sammich!
I had a delightful Veggie Delight on Honey Oat. Nummy. And, as quick background for those who don't know me, I'm vegetarian.
Anyway, I went to the Subway down the street to get my sandwich. There's a little bit of line, no biggie, I hop in & tell the bread-cutting man I want a veggie with all the cheeses. (out of pepperjack today. bummer.)
He passes my sammy to the veggie lady. Who barely touches the paper it's sitting on. She stares blankly at my sandwich for a SOLID 90 seconds beforeshe turns to her manager at the register and whispers, "Where's the meat?"
The manager glances at the sandwich, looks at me, and says, "Veggie, right?" I reply, "Yes." The veggie girl looks at me like her life would end if she had to eat such an abomination.
She then spends 3 minutes putting on my veggies. Not because I want anything hard, but because one of her gloves didn't fit, so she took it off, decided it was too hard to put on a new one, & is now trying to do everything one-handed.
So, I take back what I said. It wasn't mean, this girl is feeble. If it turns out she really is mentally handicapped, I might offer a weak apology & recommend she try a less mentally taxing job like....... um....... Wal-Mart greeter?
But, it's also an interesting comment on society. I'm used to living in the city with a bunch of yuppies. If the fact that you're vegetarian comes up in a group of 10 people, it's not unusual for someone else to say they are, too, for another 3 to say they were at one point, and for the entire group to agree that they love a good meatless entree from time to time. "Hooray, veggie entrees!" you all cry together. Or, something like that.
I work, however, in Independence. For those of you not from the KC metro area, you'll recognize Indep., MO as the birthplace & hometown of President Harry S. Truman (whose childhood home I work about 3 blocks from. lovely house.). Or, if you're a reader of Rolling Stone, you might remember when, a few years back, the magazine dubbed the city Meth Capital of the World. Seriously, you could have a law firm, do nothing but meth cases, & like comfortably. So, it's a slightly different social demographic than the one I sleep in. And, apparently one that cries when they don't get beef with their meal.
But, whatever. My sammy is delicious. I wish I'd bought a cookie, though.
posted by Liz at 6/07/2006 11:16:00 PM
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