One thing everyone has to understand about those that work at Subway. After working there for two or three days, their souls are crushed, their will to live extinguished; they become emotionless shells that only exist to heap piles of low-grade meat products and vegetables that should be used in pig slop onto lengths of sub-par bread that is chemically engineered to produce the best color and flavor possible while requiring the shortest amount of time in the oven.
Oh, and the hats are too tight.
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