I worked at subway forever ago and they trained us to put like 3 olive slices at a time per 6inch. If they asked for more we were specifically told to keep doing 3 at a time because most people feel too awkward to keep asking repeatedly. I always felt like such an asshole sprinkling them on while they stared at me in disbelief at my stinginess…
Hey i just sent this to my brother saying “me at subway”
Thanks for sharing this because now i know it’s not that they aren’t understanding me but that this is standard operating procedure for the workers. Ill try to have fun with it and try to make it less painful for them in the future.
Eh pizza from these types of restaurants already isn’t that healthy to begin with and your body can more than tank the effects of an occasional special treat like this.
Who’s to say there’s a problem with licking a salt block? You’re out there in the pasture sweating in the hot sun and there it is, all tempting and shiny and blue…
The only issue is the shiny comes from the cow slobber
I went to Olive Garden restaurant once with a friend of mine, and during dinner he made the claim that Olive Garden consumes 20% of the world’s black olive supply. I couldn’t convince him of how ludicrous this was even despite pointing out the measly two slices of black olive in our shared salad bowl.
Back when I worked at Burger King in high school, there was me and a stoner running the late shift. I’m running the drive through and the guy wants a Whopper, plain but heavy, heavy, heavy, […], heavy, heavy pickles. I push the “heavy pickles” button about 7 times. He probably said it 15-20. The stoner starts giggling and says “I’LL GIVE THIS FUCKER JUST WHAT HE ASKED FOR.” He proceeds to put, easily, 100 pickle slices on the sandwich. At this point it’s a pickle burger with a little meat. It goes out the window and we go about our day.
Manager gets a call about 15 minutes later. Guy calls in and asks to talk to the person who made his sandwich. Manager says “sigh, what did he do this time?” Guy says he’s been eating at Burger King for 15 years and this was the first person to make his Whopper the way he wanted.
I struggle with spices. I make it clear at every Indian/Thai places that they should pretend I am from their country in terms of spice levels. That they literally can not make it to spicy even if they tried. That I want them to gag and cough and cry just being in the same room as my food. And yet all of them fail me.
Try Tibetan. It’s a kind of spicy I’ve never experienced before or since. I’m not a huge spiciness fan, but it’s totally different from the spiciness of Indian or Thai food, the spiciness of Mexican food or even the spiciness of horseradish. I do know that I took a Mexican friend to a Tibetan restaurant and he bravely ordered the hottest level of spiciness and said he totally regretted it.
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