Sandwich and a Laugh

It has been said, that these things only happen to me. My friend Nathan said this. It is amazing sometimes how right he is. I want to share a recent visit to Subway with you, and extol the events that happened after.

This past Wednesday, I visited the Subway on St, Margaret’s Bay Rd. I frequent this location often, as it is close to work. On this particular day, I ordered a 6inch meatball sub. The girl cut the bun, but was unsuccessful in getting it cut properly. She ends up tearing the corner, then heaping the meatballs haphazardly on the 4.5 inches of good bun remaining. She then put the veggies on sparingly, (I only ask for 3 veggies, they could be a bit more generous) and I paid and went to eat it. I unrolled the paper, and I had to peel a piece of cheese from it. Apparently the cheese didn’t like the look of the sub either. Anyway, as I was eating, I heard a number of swear words emanating from the back area. The F-Bomb was passed around, and a bit of laughter. All well and good, except they are in a public place, and more importantly their workplace. I have little problem with the word itself, but when I visit an establishment, I would expect that professionalism would be order number 1. So I leave. I get back to work and decide to email Subway about my experience. This next part is where it gets funny. Nathan, make sure that you’re sitting down. I don’t want you to fall down laughing.

So two days pass, and it brings us to today. So far I have heard nothing. I decided that I’ll give the place another chance . ( Plus where else can you go and get a decent lunch in 30 minutes?) So I am in the restaurant, and their phone rings. The big guy who was cursing when I was there Wednesday answers it. It turns out the call was actually for him. I overheard the call, and to make a long story short, it was the owner chastising the guy for swearing while I was in there on Wednesday! What are the odds? It gets better folks. While I’m sitting eating, and reveling in my small win over the ignorant employee, MY phone rings. Luckily it was just on Vibrate. I didn’t recognize the number, but had a feeling I knew who it was. I exited the restaurant, and called the number back.

I was correct in who it was. The owner of the store was calling me. He had informed me that he had called the store, (Which I already knew) and said the guy with the potty mouth apologized.

I have to say that I got a good laugh out of this, and because the owner was so nice, (and because it’s so close to work) I will go back.

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About Anthony Arsenault

I was born on a cold October day in 1975. My love for words became apparent to my family at a young age, when I took to reading, and always had to have a book. This love for books continued on, and soon I was putting my own words to paper. I was always a fan of creative writing, and often impressed my grade school teachers with my fantastic stories. At the age of 15, I wrote a poem called "Abused" for a grade 9 poetry assignment. The power of the poem brought the administration of the school to class room with a barrage of questions. Four years later I entered a contest sponsored by the Canadian Chamber of Contemporary Poetry. Of thousands of contestants, i was in the top 200, and had my poem "Bob" published in their anthology “Scaling the Face of Reason". This was my first true accomplishment, and my first published work. Since then I have been writing, and Have had a few articles and a poem entitled " A Letter to my Unborn Child" published by Parents for Parents Magazine. I am still writing, and recently published my first e-book, The Common Man's Guide to Women as Told by the Common Man, and a book of poetry called "Words Flow Eternal"
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