In front of me, is a lady whom I think she has got the same liking as I do, Hearty Italians. My all time favourite of subway sandwich. Unfortunately my whole reason of joining the queue in the first place was crushed when the server told the lady in front of me that hearty Italian was out of stock.
When it comes to my turn, although I have heard that there is no more hearty Italians left, I still try my luck and asked the server "hearty Italian please" with a broad smile confidently. Hoping that he will say something different.
Surprisingly, the young man behind the desk turned to the oven and check for hearty Italians like he had not heard of this question or did the same action a few seconds ago, or maybe he has got memory of a goldfish.
For a short moment of time, I thought the oven is like a magic box which will replenish hearty Italians on its own. But it didn't. The answer is a negative, trying to hold my facial expression of disappointment and to disguise myself that I have heard the same answer just a few seconds ago is a tricky one. I quickly chose another bread which I have no idea of, just for the sake to satisfy my hunger but not my tongue.
With disappointment being brought forward from the previous section, the young man asked me if I would like to have my cheese to be toasted. I gave him a Do-I-Still-Care look, and nearly blurted out "whatever". But I didn't, I chose not to, simply because of my self-conscious kicked in. Asking me to behave like an adult.
Having my cheese toasted, then he asked me what sort of vegetables do I like to have it on my 6-inch sandwich.
I said : "ALL" while pretending it is very normal to have all the vegetables being fit into a 6-inch sandwich. My char-grilled chicken breast sandwich looked more like a vegetables sandwich now.
Moving on, it comes to dressing, the final bit of my sandwich preparation. I opt for honey mustard on this occasion as I feel like going on diet- purely. Or maybe I anticipated that I will probably have a few more meals later in the evening.
I then moved to the counter in order to make a payment of my chicken sandwich inundated with vegetables.
The cashier asked me if I would like to have 2 cookies or a bag of crisps with an obvious body language that her hands were holding a tongs already readily to pick the flavours being said from my mouth bearing in mind that I would definitely go for the cookies. I didn't; I said ": a bag of crisps please". I chose crisps instead. I took the crisps from the shelf and place it on a tray in front me.
She gave me a blank look, and to reassure what she had heard from me, she confirm with me again in a puzzled look by saying : " You get 2 pieces for cookies or 1 bag of crisps only." Making sure that I will not regret.
Again, I said: " Crisps please"
We proceed with the payment and I left the counter with the tray for the start of my dinner.
The cashier asked me if I would like to have 2 cookies or a bag of crisps with an obvious body language that her hands were holding a tongs already readily to pick the flavours being said from my mouth bearing in mind that I would definitely go for the cookies. I didn't; I said ": a bag of crisps please". I chose crisps instead. I took the crisps from the shelf and place it on a tray in front me.
She gave me a blank look, and to reassure what she had heard from me, she confirm with me again in a puzzled look by saying : " You get 2 pieces for cookies or 1 bag of crisps only." Making sure that I will not regret.
Again, I said: " Crisps please"
We proceed with the payment and I left the counter with the tray for the start of my dinner.
