Daily Degradation c/o Subway

Time: Lunch
Location:



Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: What you want?

Me: Lettuce, tomato, cucumber....

Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: You want cucumber?

[He fiddles his tightly gloved fingers in the cucumber cubby]

Me: Yes. Please.

Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: You want cucumber?

[He looks at me and licks pubescent moustache]

Me: Yes.

Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: You want cucumber?

[He makes twitch winky face at me. I look back at the seven thousand and fifteen people behind me. They're thrilled.]

Me: Yes! Yes I want cucumber!

Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: Haha okay.


Whatever. I ate the shit out of that sandwich.