June 5th, 2008
I am seriously pissed off with Subway. Fuck those people piss me off! If only I didn’t like their nice smelling bread so much, I might make my own damn sandwich!
I always get the same thing at Subway: foot long veggie on wheat, no cheese. So far the cost to Subway Corp is probably around .04 cents. The veggies I get are lettuce, tomato, green pepper, onion, pickles, and olives. Then hot sauce and mustard, salt and pepper, finis! Additional cost? I dunno, fifty cents? Maybe it costs a buck total in materials but I doubt it. I know they are making an obscene profit off me and I’m okay with that, all I want in return is a full distribution of the veggies from one end of the bun to the other, with no major gaps. But do you think I can get this? Shit no. Always so chintzy with the veggies, and today I actually got lectured by the sandwich maker.
I admit, I ask for extra tomatoes and extra pickles. Big fucking deal. I also ask for less onions and no hot peppers and no jalapenos and no cucumbers and no meat and no cheese and no nine or ten sauces I have a right to. It’s just bread and a few vegetables. Fucking load on the tomatoes! But apparently if I get two additional tomato rounds, someone else will have to go without! Yes, that’s what she said. Go without. As if at some point when the bin is empty they don’t just go get another bin, they tell someone “Sorry, BV had your tomatoes, so you can’t have any.” Don’t freaking lie to me! It’s just about controlling the resource to ensure the company’s profit, but it’s not like the money they save serving me a cheeseless, meatless sandwich doesn’t WAY more than compensate for the cost of a few more fucking tomato and pickle slices. I know my sandwich is the cheapest one, but it’s not so much cheaper that there isn’t a higher profit margin on it. If nothing else I’m paying for cheese I don’t eat, and while they charge for extra cheese, they don’t discount for no cheese.
If they had any sense they’d be wooing me with mountains of tomatoes and landslides of pickles, just to keep me coming back for grossly overpriced lunch. Instead some petty tyrant whose moral development stopped at age eight figures it’s her job to be the tomato police, even though her best argument is patently absurd.
Graaaarrrgh!
Wow, that the hell. Don’t take that from them, demand as much veggies as you want and if they refuse, talk to a manager, and if they give you lip, tell them you’ll contact Subway corporate.
You are absolutely right that they’re still making a profit on you, and anyone in that business should know that and also know that making you happy so you come back is worth FAR more than a few tomatoes.
And hell, tell them you’re eating mine. I hate tomatoes.
More often than not, the culprit behind the “hold back” mentality that many “sandwich artists” have can be attributed to a manager or owner.
It’s quite possible that the person making your sub didn’t give a rats ass, until some uptight penny pinching boss bitched her out for going heavy on the tomatoes, or cheese, or bread.
In recently reflecting on your youth, perhaps you should be thankful that you don’t have a career where you sling subs for a parsimonius sandwich tyrant, to riled vegans who need their tomato fix.
~I.
I agree with Puckosaurus Pex.
I love Subway. I could eat it every day. If I won some kind of eat at Subway for life contest I’d be in heaven.
As above the employee may be following a management rule or it may be that their abuse sensor went off. I’ve worked with the public before and I found that there is a sort of guard response that kicks in where you won’t let someone pass a certain line. Not that the line is necessarily in the right place. I mean geeez, you are entitled to your extra row of tomatoes.
Some subway experiences:
Once I saw a subway employee ( I would really guess he was an owner from the age and demeanour) take a cookie from a child’s hand, put it back in the cookie display (for sale) and give the kid a new cookie. The kid wanted a different one for some reason. Needless to say I never ate a cookie from that Subway again. By the way, it’s not like he had just handed the cookie to the kid and, in a quick turn around, took it back (5 second rule type thing). The kid came back from a table with it. Who knows what went on at that table.
There’s that moment that occurs when the sandwich artist puts something on the sandwich that you told the artist that you didn’t want or that you didn’t ask for. For example they start with a strip of mayo and you abruptly yet politely tell them “Oh, no mayonnaise.” Now you have this stuff on your sandwich. They quickly scrape it or pluck at it. They wonder how you’re going to react. I’ve never got them to remake one.
The sandwich artist makes all the difference to the final product. I remember this one lady at a Coquitlam Subway who made an orderly, yummy sandwich. And she knew what extra tomatoes means. I always get extra tomatoes too because I find them tasty and they are a zero point food on weight watchers. Then you have the adolescent boy who is having trouble picking ingredients up with his gloves and is having even more trouble placing them on the sandwich. Did he just wipe his nose with the back of his glove?…
I hate it when I get a bad bun. Either a poorly cut, left-over 6” or a 12” runtish bread-raisin. Come on, these sandwiches are costly.
More than once I’ve noticed the artist’s shirt draping into my sandwich. They reach for olives or something and the shirt lightly drags over it. In fact this happened yesterday. Most of the time it’s not worth getting into. In mean the shirt touched my lettuce yesterday and her English wasn’t very good. I just let it go.
Eeew, your cookie story is gross. And I love it when I get an employee who does a nice job of making the sandwich. Preparing and serving food is such a neat thing, when it’s done well.
The only time I asked for a new sandwich was when they accidentally put bacon on mine. She wanted to just pull it off and continue but yeah… gross.