Today for lunch I decided to go to the subway down the street. When I first started my job, I used to eat there almost daily. We didn't know each other by name, but the Subway employees and I knew each others' faces. This went on for close to a year. Then one day I had a bad tuna experience and I couldn't bring myself to go back as often. However, for some reason it sounded so good to me today. When I got there, I discovered that there was still a familiar face there. He recognized me as well. I thought that was nice because I've always felt that I don't have a very memorable face.
Whats great about him having worked there for so long is that he makes a good sandwich. He doesn't put the cores or stems of vegetables on the sandwich. He doesn't put a whole handful of pickles on there. The vegetables are spread out and the dressing is never too much. I'm kind of a Subway snob because I worked there all through high school. Most people make me want to demand being let back there to make my own sandwich, but he can make my sandwich any day.
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