Subway

Well, too bad I’m the first reviewer on this place. I will preface with the fact that I’ve been here before and experienced better.
I ran out to grab a couple of sandwiches for myself and the Mrs. It was a Sunday, so I’m sure they were closing earlier than usual, but they were open when I arrived, so I didn’t even bother to check the hours.
There were two employees. A young man, and a young female with brown hair. I would love to have reported her name, but she wasn’t wearing a name tag. To me it was rather obvious why she wasn’t. She must have been in a foul mood. Or maybe she got some really disheartening news just before I walked in. I can’t say. But I can say one thing-​I haven’t felt this unwelcome in a restaurant in a VERY long time. I felt like I was in their way of closing-​I literally contemplated, saying «You know what? I guess you don’t have time to make two sandwiches. I’ll see you later.»
Just to set the scene, No one was in the store. I was the only one there, and the only one in line. After sitting there and waiting a minute (me), she (said sandwich artist) gloved up and asked me what I wanted. Her tone and posture made it clear that I was getting in the way of her closing routine. I gave her my wife’s order and it was flatbread. She said white or wheat? I wasn’t really sure as my wife never told me which one, I just usually ordered flatbread and there was no option afterwards. So, I hesitantly asked for her opinion. «Which do people usually get?» To which I received a blank stare and silence. Awkward… Even more awkward is that the guy taking out the trash heard me from the back of the restaurant and as he walks out the back, he says «White.» I said great, I’ll take white. She says «what?» I repeated it. This was the first of many repetitions. I don’t know if she had a hearing impairment, or just did it to screw with me, but I really hate repeating myself. It looked like she was thinking about something else. So we get halfway done with the first sandwich and she starts prepping the bread that goes in the oven. And she is really taking her time. I don’t mean taking the bread out that is about to bake too long. I mean bread that is going in the oven. I’m like, hello? with my sandwich half made sitting in front of me in a restaurant that is totally empty. I’m the only guy in here!!! Make my sandwiches and I’ll leave! So I wait patiently and she finally finishes leaven duties. So she asks me again what kind of meat, I’m like are you serious? I tell her again and she says, what? I must have looked pissed, because she says, sorry I can’t hear. Clearly. Finally we get done after all the repeating and in a sarcastic and flat tone, she pushes my food to me and says have a great day. Holy crap! It will be a long time before I return to this location, if ever. Unbelievable.