Monday, May 4, 2009

I am not getting old, I am not getting old, I am not getting old, I am not getting old, I am not getting old, I am not getting old, I am not getting o

I don’t like the way the kids at Subway have been making my sandwich lately.

Instead of one guy handling my entire sandwich, they each do one tiny part. If the kid with the tiny yellow knife has the simple job of splitting open my bread (not a euphemism) before passing it off to the next guy, who applies the meat before handing it off to the next guy, who squirts on the mayo/mustard (more than I ever wanted, usually)... what then, makes them a Sandwich Artist? If I have to tell 3 different people what I want on my sandwich, doesn’t that make me the Artist?

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