May 11, 2007

You were in line in front of me at Subway inside the BP on Van Born and Wayne Road. In case your dumb ass is still too dumb to figure out who you are, your shirt says you work at a car wash in Romulus. Lady, you are as cheap are you are inconsiderate. You saw me walk in, you looked right at me, you hadn't ordered yet. You knew you were going to order 4 effing 12 inch subs. Anyone else would have offered for me to go first, but not you. You asked what the sub of the day was. I'll guess you can't read because the sign was right in front of you. Then you said "It's two of them for eight something, right?" Yep, there is a sign that says that too. Then you ordered 4 of them. I sat down in a chair behind you. When the young man told you he only had enough meatballs for 2 and a half subs, you asked if he was going to make the reast of them someting else for the same price. He said he couldn't do that. You discuss with him over the next minute how much several different subs would cost. Yep, there is a sign for that too. Your young child standing next to you, he couldn't have been more than four, noticed the signs. He pointed to the biggest sub they make and said he wanted that. Guess what dummy, he's not going to eat a whole 12 inch sub. He might not even eat half. If you weren't stupid, you'd know that if you only get him a 6 inch, you can save a couple bucks. I know every dollar counts to you because the next thing you say is, "Can't you accomidate me? It's not my fault you are out of meatballs." Again, he said no. Way to go Subway guy. Don't let her manipulate you! I'm sure your tax dollars already buy her groceries. I was getting really frustrated at this point. You must have only had a tewnty on you or something because then you started trying to figure out what subs you could get. Not even one sub has been made and it has already been several minutes. I don't remember what it was but you asked something that clearly indicated to me that I was never going to get my sub. I wanted to tell you to take your food stamps somewhere else, or to go get a hot and ready if you are so concerned about prices, but I didn't. That is when I quietly stormed out and sped off in frustration. I went down the street to another Subway where the kind and rather good-looking young arabic gentleman made me a sub and got me out of there in less time than it took you to figure out what the hell you wanted. I've come home and eaten my sandwich already, I bet you are still in that place trying to get a discount.

You my friend, are a fucktard.