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So, here it goes...

I was walking into Subway to grab a sandwich after a long morning of work. Out of nowhere, a lady, who was obviously in a rough patch of life, came up to me and asked if I could help her. I offered to buy her a sandwich, in which she gladly accepted. We walk in...the servers take her order...she starts YELLING at them that they are making the sandwich all wrong. The workers barely spoke English...the fight (and my awkwardness of being associated with this lady) escalated...much was lost in translation...and a final product of white bread with mayonnaise first, two pounds of pickles, no tomatoes, 6 banana peppers, 4 cucumbers, salt, pepper, and two slices of turkey was born--to be exact.

Now, I don't mean to be cynical...but wouldn't it have been sufficient to just have ordered a plain turkey sandwich and said a simple thank you? hmmm

Thank you