I’m taunting the subway guy. Yes, I know, it’s so very bad of me, but it’s just so much fun at the same time. Kind of like putting sunglasses on a dog, funny, but the dog hates it.
How am I taunting him?
Simply by entering the store with friends and not buying a fucking thing. The guy’s face seems to light up when I walk in, I’m not sure if this is because he likes me or because he just totally loves being a sandwich artist and every time the door opens it’s like christmas for him. Either way, when my friend walks up to the counter to place an order he always stands back and lets another sandwich artist serve them, it’s at this point when I walk up to the counter and the taunting begins.
He asks “How may I help you?” with a smile, I casually tell him “I’m with them” and he then looks devastated, like I just told him that I had an orgy with his best friend and brother on our wedding day. My mother thinks this is highly amusing (I get the evil taunting thing from her) and has been ordering large amounts of subway just to see me crush the poor guy’s enthusiasm.
One of these days, I’m going to surprise him and order something, like a cookie, just to give him a thrill.
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