
Low end of the totem pole or not, I learned a lot about people working at "subweigh". Mainly, that even though I was working all hours of the night for not much more than minimum wage, I was still better than half the idiots that came in after 1am.
That's not excusing some idiots that were hired to work at Subweigh. The following is an actual conversation I had with a "Subway employee" in North Las Vegas. There were two people working that day, only one of which spoke any English...I happened to get the one who didn't.
Me: Hey, I'll take the Pizza Sub on white.
Her: Que?
Me: Pizza Sub...on white bread.
Her: Sees eench or fut long?
Me: Six inch.
Her: Zalad or Zand-weech?
Me: What?
Her: (unintelligible)
Me: I want a six inch Pizza Sub on white bread.
Her: Que?
Me (pointing): PIZZA. I want a PIZZA sub! Pepperoni! Sauce!
Her: Zalad?
Me: NO...sandwich!
Her (staring at coworker working drivethrough): (foreign speak)
Co-worker: He wants a pizza sub.
Me: Did I not just say that?
Her: Wha do you wan on eet?
Me: Lettuce, pickles, mustard..black olives...and jalapenos.
Her: Que?
Me (pointing): jalapenos! Understand jalapenos?!
Her (pointing at olives): (unintelligible)
Me: NO! I mean yes! Those and jalapenos!
Her: Zalad?
At this point, I screamed something unintelligible and wandered out into the street. I couldn't believe I was actually in America. When did it become impossible to order in English at your favorite restaurant?
I have a theory that 95% of the population is put here upon this earth to make my life a living hell. I'm waiting for that theorum to be proven wrong.
Read the headlines...it's possible.
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