What is it about Subway (the restaurant) that attracts the shadiest characters for employment?
I went to the semi-ghetto* Subway for lunch on my way home from work today. Rasta-man behind the counter looked like he was stoned out of his mind. I could tell that he wasn't all there because he was moving in slow-motion and it seemed like he was counting my banana peppers and pickles...and the looooooooooooonnnng squirt of oil/vinegar was a suspicious action.
There was Bob Marley playing on the speakers and Rasta-man was wearing a Rasta-red/black/green leather necklace.
I do so enjoy mingling with the common folk.
*located in the same shopping complex where the Wendy's had a shooting a couple of weeks back
Posted by Tiffany at April 4, 2005 01:53 PM