Next Stop, Subway
For the better part of a year, Dave (officemate) and I have been walking down to the sandwich place down the road for lunch. They make some good specialty sandwiches; fancy things with fancy titles like 'Arizona Chicken', that come with fancy breads and fillings. The problem is, they're huge! And you can get them with fries!
We both decided that they were making us fat...or maybe we got bored with them. But what else to eat? There aren't many healthier choices near by.
So for about a month, we've been driving to Subway and getting lunch there. The upside; the lunch is smaller (if you get the 6" sub), cheaper (about two dollars), and healthier (less than 6 grams of fat; is that good?). The downside; we're not getting as much exercise, and we're burning more gasoline.
Life is full of difficult choices.
Subway is an interesting place. It has it's own rhythm. You definitely notice that different staff effects the efficiency of the operation. If the girl with the red hair is out, it takes a lot longer to get your sandwich. And then some days you get stuck behind Subway virgins who seem to have no idea what they want or what all the choices are, and you stand behind them and try to be patient because you remember that once, *once* you didn't know what to order either.
One of the women is particularly friendly, always saying hi and asking how you're doing. And then she says something else so totally unexpected you don't quite understand what it is she just said. You nod, and say some pleasantry that you hope won't be out of place while wondering; 'Did she really just say she's got a ruptured spleen and is going to see a doctor about it after work?' It's not that she mumbles or speaks with an accent; it's just that it isn't always comprehensible. Maybe it's the content? Maybe you just don't expect that kind of detail over a simple lunch sandwich?
And then you're stuck wondering if she's going to say something else, or for your sandwich to move along to the next phase in the process; "You want chips and a drink with that?"
We both decided that they were making us fat...or maybe we got bored with them. But what else to eat? There aren't many healthier choices near by.
So for about a month, we've been driving to Subway and getting lunch there. The upside; the lunch is smaller (if you get the 6" sub), cheaper (about two dollars), and healthier (less than 6 grams of fat; is that good?). The downside; we're not getting as much exercise, and we're burning more gasoline.
Life is full of difficult choices.
Subway is an interesting place. It has it's own rhythm. You definitely notice that different staff effects the efficiency of the operation. If the girl with the red hair is out, it takes a lot longer to get your sandwich. And then some days you get stuck behind Subway virgins who seem to have no idea what they want or what all the choices are, and you stand behind them and try to be patient because you remember that once, *once* you didn't know what to order either.
One of the women is particularly friendly, always saying hi and asking how you're doing. And then she says something else so totally unexpected you don't quite understand what it is she just said. You nod, and say some pleasantry that you hope won't be out of place while wondering; 'Did she really just say she's got a ruptured spleen and is going to see a doctor about it after work?' It's not that she mumbles or speaks with an accent; it's just that it isn't always comprehensible. Maybe it's the content? Maybe you just don't expect that kind of detail over a simple lunch sandwich?
And then you're stuck wondering if she's going to say something else, or for your sandwich to move along to the next phase in the process; "You want chips and a drink with that?"
posted by Taz at 11:10 PM
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