about to leave out of subwayIt's kind of sad, but I'm about to be done with Subway forever. At least I think I am. Life always throws us random curveballs; in fact, that's about the only thing we can be certain of. But as I doff my Subway hat for the last time, I will actually cry a silent tear to myself. It will be the last.
The last, "WHAT KIND OF BREAD DO YOU WANT????!!!! The last, "SIX INCH OR FOOTLONG@%*!!!!???!! The last, "WOULD YOU LIKE IT TOASTED???? TOASSSSSTEDDDD?????!!!!!! The last, "WHAT KIND OF MEAT?????? WHAT KIND OF CHEESE????!!!! And then the dreaded....."what vegetables???? Then, there's the whole blank stare as someone gives you their credit card. No, I'm sorry, you pay out there on the little machine that's right in front of you. [Thinking to myself, "wow, I actually make that mistake sometimes when I go out."] The last, "Um, ma'am, your sweet tea is out." And then the dreaded having to explain it will take at least 5 minutes to brew, and watching as someone's face falls, and they either take it like a woman, or sit down and wait for that tea to brew. The last, "C'mon kids, what do you WANT?" And then me standing there patiently because I don't care how long the kids take. I'm there anyways. But the parents have just embarrassed themselves... The last, "DING" as that door opens. The last "beep beep beep," as that toaster tells you it's sandwich is nice and crunchy now. The last Subway commercial I'm going to hear while working inside of a Subway. The last time I get to play with soap and water suds for 5 minutes a day while getting paid to do it. The last time I get to be extremely standoffish to a person I don't like because I work in the service industry, and can pretend it's just because they suck as a customer. The last time I can "allegedly" make a girl cry....(I still don't know if I believe that mom.) The last time the people who work next door will come in and tip me for no reason in the mornings. The last time the post man will stare into our windows after getting out of his truck, with his deep dark sunglasses on so that he looks super sketch while doing it. The last time that somebody I know from my extreme or recent past comes in and we have to re-aqucaint ourselves. (Usually a pleasant experience--except sometimes you realize you were robbed as a child.) The last time I will clock in before disassembling the alarm. The last time I will check a caller-ID and get a rush of adrenaline when I see it's named "Patel." The last time that awesome Coca Cola lady (Laverne) will call and have me tell her what the store needs to order. (Her voice is silky like the drinks and plastic themselves.) The last time I will stare out into the lobby and see the grand comical instrument that is going on. The last time that I will take comfort in being at that place while there is a storm outside. The last time I will hear contemporary hip-hop nonstop all day for 9 hours at a time. The last time I will print a little slip that says SUBWAY STORE 528588 printed at the top. <Is it too late to say I'm sorrrrry?> The last time I will get extremely aggravated at getting behind a dump truck on MacHatcher, or at being stopped at that red light right before I'm home free to arrive at work. The last time that I might see the hot high school boy who works next door who probably knows I have a crush on him but he's too cool for me. The last time the window cleaning people come in and tell me they don't believe I'm going to ever quit. The last time our every-day morning guy comes in and gets the same thing except minus the mayonnaise on certain non-exceptional occasions. The last time I will smell yogurt when opening up a container of "eggs." The last time I will slip and slide within a freezer that has been open for 5 minutes. The last time I will punch the numbers, "15, 15" The last time that screen will change to the Main Page right as I'm about to ring somebody up. The last time I will wish I wasn't working at a Subway but being completely content to work at a Subway. The last time I get to rub bread into Italian Herbs and Cheese topping. The last time I get to control when to smell that fresh cookie baked smell. The last time I get to take a free cup that's got a cool picture on it (Star Wars). The last time I get to work with my awesome co-workers. The last time I get to say, "this is the last." -SM
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