
I've been in a very stitch-y mood as of late for some reason. not really sure why but I am. one of those imp-ish moods. as a matter of fact, I told my supervisor today that "I'm all out of nice. all that's left is pure evil."
my random musings on weighty matters and things that are not so weighty
Dear sir or madam,
I would like to write about the poor and unprofessional service that I received at the 23rd St. branch of your store. I waited ten minutes in the drive-thru before I was even acknowledged and all the while, I watched as people that entered the store after I arrived at the drive-thru came and went before I was even acknowledged. After four or five groups of people had left, I was acknowledged. Was it by some comment like "I'm sorry about your wait?" or something of that nature? No. Instead, I recieved a "How long have you been waiting there, man." I told him (I'm assuming he was the manager) that I had been waiting for about ten minutes. His reply? "You want me to fire my employee?" he said, jokingly. Then I had to wait as he took the order of the customers in front of him before I could order. The only bright side of this trip was the long, blonde-haired gentleman who handed me the food. He was genuinely apologetic and sincere. Rest assured that neither I nor any of my friends will be returning to that branch or any other branch of Subway.
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