Subway...Sub Par

Originally posted Nov. 7, 2005

Yesterday we stopped at one of the Subways in Fremont for some lunch. We will begin frequenting a new Subway, I announced afterwards.

The kid behind the counter, who must have been 16 and looked...Middle Eastern? Indian?...was wearing his visor upside-down and slightly to the side. His cell phone rang in his pocket about 6 times while he was helping us, and each time, he danced to it. He called Ryan "bro," and while I was paying, he started rapping to himself. Only I didn't know it, so all of a sudden I hear, "Unhh, yeah, I'ma destroy you..."

I look up, eyebrow raised, and realize he's...um...singing. Immediately after closing the register, he jumped on his cell phone and started yakking with someone.

I think I am getting old! Any of my customer-service bosses would never have allowed us to wear visors upside-down and to the side, or carry our cell phones on us, or call customers "bro." And the worst part was, there was a boss-like lady back there too. I'm guessing it was his mom? Dude lady, lay the smack down on your dufus son!

Well, mission accomplished. We'll be going to a different Subway from now on.