Just the tip.
What about it?
Today, on a whim, I walked into a Subway for the first time in 20 years. My sandwich artist walked down the, obviously exhausted and doing her best just to hold it together. I ordered a meatball since I know it’s the least likely item to fuck up/poison/salvage from the floor. And I mean, who doesn’t want one every so often? 🤷
I looked out the glass at my brand new $125,000 truck, realizing I parked like a dick.
The store was dead. One little old lady walked in as I walked down to the register. The other guy working did his best to walk her through an ancient menu, but he was clearly already dead inside.
The girl rang me up. She was obviously struggling to keep the store together, and had that “I’m going to work my way outta this job if it fucking kills me†look. When I handed her a $100 bill, she said she might not be able to make that much change, but would look.
“I don’t need change,†I told her—it’s yours. She didn’t believe me, and pushed it back. I told her to keep it and she broke down in tears, thanking me profusely.
“Don’t mention it, and hang in there†I told her as I walked out, “I used to work at Subway.â€
I try to have a meatball every few weeks. It’s the least I can do now. Hang in there, dudes. ðŸ‘🙃
And fuck Subway.
-MB