After a long dreadful 3 hours of math class I decided to head to the Subway restaurant on the first floor of Washtenaw Community College along with my friend Munira. (Yes...for those who are unaware, I am taking summer classes.)
So as we wait in line for about 6 minutes I notice that all three of the employees are unpolished,furthermore; sloppy. I think to myself, I'm hungry and I'm sure their uncleanliness will not rub off on my food. WRONG!
Unfortuantely I didn't notice that their germs would visibly appear on my sandwich. So when I sat down at the table with Munira to enjoy my 12 inch turkey sub topped with lettuce,pickles,green peppers, banana peppers,cucumbers, black olives, oregano,salt & pepper,oil,chipotle sauce and LINT! Yes I said it. Last but not least my sub was topped with lint. The lint was on the edges of my meat, bread and veggies. After removing a few small pieces I decided that I had probably already eaten several strands of fuzz. With that said, I took my sandwich back to the subway restaurant, waited patiently in line and told the girl "I don't want my money back, but I would like a new sandwich with the meat from the bottom of the bin." The girl picks up a stack of turkey from the top of the bin, and turned it over and began to put the slices of turkey on my sub. That was all fine and dandy until she gets to the last slices in the stack... I'm thinking to myself,stop right there. But this girl puts each slice on... So I say "I only wanted the meat from the bottom." This dumb chick immediately proclaimed "I flipped it over and started from the bottom!" (With much attitude). Me, being laid back I just laugh and said "you still put the top slices on my sandwich."
She didn't understand, you may be confused by now. But to sum things up the girl thought I just wanted her to flip the meat over and start from the bottom. WTH!?! kind of sense does that make? I want new meat, fresh meat that hadn't been sitting out collecting flying particles from the air. I still have 8 inches of 12 sitting in my book bag. I dare not eat it. After this incident my relationship with Subway is over. Jared can keep eating fresh and losing weight, while I eat grease and take my butt to Mickey D's!
