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Saturday, October 02, 2004
 
Quizno's...... Achieving New Levels of Lameness Everyday

One of the things that has always bothered me about Quizno's is their side bar at the end of the counter. (Y'know the stand that contains pickles, peppers and the what not) At every other sub, grinder, hoagie, torpedo, hero, foot-long place the "sandwich artist" puts these things on. There is a reason for this I think. Because nobody wants to unwrap their sandwich to put a few jalapenos on and then re-wrap it as well as the employee did. It just doesn't happen. I'm always standing there thinking, "Why am I spending so much time vainly attempting to wrap this sandwich when only mere seconds ago it was already wrapped and bagged ready to go?" Maybe its just me. Maybe I can't wrap. I've never been able to wrap presents for shit either. But, what if everyone is thinking the same thing?! Thousand of people everywhere could be wasting thousands of minutes needlessly wraping sandwiches! A chilling thought indeed.

Anyway, before I even reached that little problem today I tried to pay for my 'sich' with a twenty. And the kid at the register asks me,
"Is this fake?"
"Uh, no."
He holds it up to the light, squints and then holds it out to me.
"It's fake."
So I take it, squint, and then hand it back.
"It's just an old twenty."
"No, sorry you're going to have to pay with something else."
"Why? Its not fake its just and an old twenty before they updated them."
Walks back asks the other kid, returns.
"Sorry, can't accept it."
*Pause*
"Who ARE you?"
"What?"
"Nevermind, here."
I paid with my check card.

Obviously, no one could possibly be that dumb so I can only imagine that's how the kids get their kicks these days........ By telling people that old twenty dollar bills are fake.

Ha ha kid. I get it.



Prick.



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