There’s a Subway I go to off and on. I don’t spend a lotta time tryna chat up the people that work there; I order my food, pay, and leave.
So a few weeks ago, I go in and there’s this scrawny-cute white guy in his 20s there. He’s slender and his hair is dark and sorta curly. He wears black a lot, but I wouldn’t call him emo or anything. I checked him out for a sec, but not like I’m ogling him. BOY is he chatty though! He goes on and on about GOD knows what. I tell him I’m tryna decide between this sammich or that; he suggests the THIS sammich and I decide on THAT. He laughs about my choice and says it’s all good either way!
And away I go.
So I go back a couple of weeks later to order a sammich for a friend. I’m trying to check my celly to get the order right and he feeds a little attitude. I didn’t understand what he was saying about the cheeses and asked him to repeat; he rolled his eyes at me. Another misunderstanding about the mayonnaise and he gets this look of exasperation.
But we make it through the order and I pay with cash instead of a card. As he pulls the change and puts it in my hand, I swear he says this…
“Man…I wish I could…but I can’t.”
I play it off, but in my mind I’m like #WTF?
Let’s see what happens the next time we meet.
So a few weeks ago, I go in and there’s this scrawny-cute white guy in his 20s there. He’s slender and his hair is dark and sorta curly. He wears black a lot, but I wouldn’t call him emo or anything. I checked him out for a sec, but not like I’m ogling him. BOY is he chatty though! He goes on and on about GOD knows what. I tell him I’m tryna decide between this sammich or that; he suggests the THIS sammich and I decide on THAT. He laughs about my choice and says it’s all good either way!
And away I go.
So I go back a couple of weeks later to order a sammich for a friend. I’m trying to check my celly to get the order right and he feeds a little attitude. I didn’t understand what he was saying about the cheeses and asked him to repeat; he rolled his eyes at me. Another misunderstanding about the mayonnaise and he gets this look of exasperation.
But we make it through the order and I pay with cash instead of a card. As he pulls the change and puts it in my hand, I swear he says this…
“Man…I wish I could…but I can’t.”
I play it off, but in my mind I’m like #WTF?
Let’s see what happens the next time we meet.