Dear Subway

a few months ago, me and the adorable hubby decided to try your new subway by our house. okay, technically it was not that new. it was just that your store that used to be in one part of the shopping center was knocked down to build a new grocery store. which incidentally sucks as much as your store. so, it's gotta be great that you are neighbors. anyway, we visited your shiny new store which faces the incoming hardware megastore.

anyway, it was kinda late by our standards, past 7:00 p.m. and we were the only ones in your store, other than the lone staff person. we only ordered two sandwiches, which by the way, weren't super-duper complicated. nope, i had the meatball sandwich and adorable hubby had the italian bmt. but your gal, slow marge, took like 20 to 30 freakin' minutes. so we haven't been back until tonight.

we get there around 6:00 p.m. and were happy to see that not only were there people in there, but at least three staff people. unfortunately, again, we were saddled with another inept employee. miss i-don't-care- about-your order asked us two or three times whether we wanted our sandwiches toasted (warmed up tuna blows, just in case you didn't know), what kind of cheese (don't need no cheese on tuna) we wanted, and pretty much skimped on our sandwiches. nice.

jimmy john's, you may be a wee bit longer to get to, but we are so there. we'll never cheat on you again!