Filed under: dogs, food, life | Tags: food, life, lunch, people, sandwiches
i’ve gone to the same sandwich shop for work lunches for a year now….about once or twice a month.
everytime i go in i am greeted by…the sandwich crab. a young, brown haired miserable girl. i greet her cheerily each time and with every sandwich i am met with a cold stare and a nasty “do you know what you want?” or something like that.
many times i debate: should i call the manager and complain about how crabby this beeyotch is?
months ago i decided, “clearly she HATES my cheeriness!” and because she deserves no better….i will keep that shit up.
this afternoon i go in for my-veggie-on-wheat-no-onions. she looks as miserable as usual.
she takes my order. she meets me moments later at the cash register. i smile and hand her my debit card with a jiggle of the ponytails.
“thank you!” i say as she hands me my card.
she looks at me and says.
“have a pleasant day.”
well, that’s lame…but more than lame….it’s pretty freakin’ congenial for her. i wonder if that’s the sweetest she can be.
nice job sandwich crab. nice to see i’m cracking your shell.
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