I once drove 15 miles to a place because FM radio would blare about how great is the sandwich. In the shop an overgrown bored teenager prepared an unbalanced and totally disgusting sandwich for me. Needless to say it was disappointing experience as I could have walked down a block to Potbelly and gotten much much better sandwich without filling a fucking form on what meats and condiments I want in the sandwich.
Repeatedly telling a customer 'no'? Telling them their choice is not good? Telling them what they 'should' do instead? It's not even a suggestion, it's a demand!
Smiling while dictating your opinions at the customer and telling them how wrong they are doesn't make it not rude.
Super rude, for anyone, let alone to a customer.
Subway tastes like
resignation and apathy.
One can only adjourn with the assumption that the alteration had zero effect or less, because it's unremarkable and forgotten, which would detract from the parable about burnout, because holy shit. mundane things can
surprise you
I guess that means hoagie chef's ardent recommendation. The story leaves us to imagine the chef (age, appearance, demeanor) on our own.Fuck dumping your soul into human hamster wheels.
Either try to make the world a better place (it is possible, small things are not wasted) or be quiet and stop infecting the rest of us with your apathy.
Edit: I really must stop being an obnoxious arse. Let me try again, then. Comments like that are damaging and self-reinforcing because they demoralise. A lot of people care and are decent but will not try to remain that way if comments like this corrode them - why should they, if decency is met with nastiness? Why even try? So please don't do this.
I think the OP here was responding to the change in tone which signaled that such dry wit of response was “allowed” on such a post.
Had OPs comment not ended with some sort of puzzling naive phrasing and twist at the end, I doubt he would have felt comfortable with his dry cynical joke.
In some sense, he’s trying to cancel out the overly positive naive tone introduced by OP at the very end.
Equanimity and balance is not so bad. OPs weird ending belied a sort of youthful immaturity which struck counter to the wisened, aged tone with which he had cumulatively relayed with his story thus far.
The OP could have said "no thanks" and continued with his original order. Simple as that. It seems that your social cognitive circuitry is overloaded by someone acting like an actual person instead of a simple robot.
Years ago, I walked into a random Subway, somewhere, and ordered some random sandwich. I asked for onions, olives, and yellow peppers on it. The energetic “sandwich artist” (their term, not mine) shook his head.
“No, no,” he said, with a friendly sincerity, “that’s not a good combination for this sandwich. You should go with olives, yes, but also the green peppers and spinach, with the sweet onion sauce. Much more balanced that way.”
I let him make it his way. I couldn’t even object, because I was struck speechless by this man, making probably minimum wage at the crappiest sandwich chain in America, caring so deeply about his work and my lunch. This man and his pride in his work, his determination to actually care, helped me see my own work in a new light, and honestly helped me climb out of the burnout I’d been suffering at the time.
Whatever you do, do it the best you can; thanks for the reminder, Subway dude.