*blows dust off keyboard* Howdy, Alex. Feel free to post away. Welcome, Marc. *in booming voice* Greetings To All Who Enter Here! *ahem* What Marc is demonstrating here is the inherent frustration all Clevelanders feel when encountering the vast majority of service industry employees. Those of us who have previously been employed in such industries feel torn; on one hand, we remember the way the job turned us into grumpy, resentful bastards -- Oh, holy mother of god. She just slapped a handful of onions on the sub. I told her 'no onions.' On and on, until by the time I leave the store (carrying my onion-laden sandwich), my jaw's so tight that someone could shatter it with a light tap of a ballpeen hammer.who stole flavored cappuccino mix and many cartons-worth of cigarettes. On the other hand, WE'RE JUST HUNGRY PEOPLE WHO WANT TO OBTAIN FOOD WITH A MINIMUM AMOUNT OF EFFORT. What ends up happening to me is that I stand there (in Subway, say) in front of the counter, watching my sandwich being prepared and trying to appear carefree and serene, while experiencing near-unbearable levels of inner turmoil.
-- Leave it alone. If you say anything, the fallout will be much worse than just picking the onions off the sandwich.
-- But then my hands will smell like onions, and since I'll throw the onions in the trash can, my whole office will smell like onions all afternoon.
-- Just open a window. You'll be fine. If you ask this woman to remake the sandwich, you'll piss her off. You'll also infuriate the six people in line behind you.
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