Subway

I would offer a negative star review if I could. I get it. It’s subway. My expectations, really, aren’t out of reach. In fact, my expectation level is a smile and making my sandwich.
On this journey back to Chicago. I stopped in to Subway. Prepared to order sandwiches for my wife and I upon stepping into the store. At the point of arrival, I stood at the counter 3 minutes (minimum) without being greeted. I glanced around and saw a Now Hiring sign and thought… they must be short staffed. After my 3 minutes, I was greeted by the pride of Onalaska. «JOE» — when you meet him… check out the nametag on his hat. Joe came out, with a scowl on his face like I just woke him from a midshift nap. He walks out, doesn’t say a word and begins putting on his gloves. I wait for him to fully strap in and get the sandwich artist game face on and tell him my wifes 6 inch order (bread & meat) and my footlong bread. He laughs, condescendingly, and says you’re gonna have to repeat that as he reaches for the bread.
These are his first words to me. I stand there and patiently wait for him to cut up one of the breads. Keep in mind, I ordered 2. I said, are you ready for the order? He points at the bread. I say is this the footlong or 6 inch. Again, he points at the bread which is clearly a footlong. The issue was, with minimal communication. I didn’t know which bread it was, etc. So… my patience grew tired. I said…
«Joe, right?» He responded «Yeah». I lit into him, «Guess what? It’s your lucky fucking day. You don’t have to make me these sandwiches afterall.» He throws me a surprised look and I continue, «I could tell you didn’t want me here from the moment I walked on man. I don’t want to inconvenience you, see ya later»
So, if you see Joe… just leave