As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
So I was in Subway, the food is better after the pedo removal and what followed.
So we are standing behind this geezer fossil couple. They must have been real horndogs on snowmobiles back in the day. She looked like a hag, and had more ink than skin colour. He was a stick up the ass, no ass fossil.
So am waiting behind them, the tramp stamp gets whatever she gets and dude had some 6 inch white bread thing. I was not paying attention....think it was beef.
So we get to the second person who puts on the toppings. She is a nice young gal and dude says to her, "Spread my meat out".
I looked at the sandwich and yeah the meat was kind of centered, but that is so it does no fall out. It also in the handling of closing up the sandwich is going to spread out, as they always close with a paring knife.
I just start laughing and I'm holding TL's hand which is what we do and I give a quick squeeze to pay attention as what follows is priceless.
Old geez then tells the gal, "Light on the mustard".
For those not familiar with subway, they have these squirt containers. They make lots of food, so they always are pounding them on the counter, an in most cases you get allot of sauce, as people time and again are always asking for more.
This time, the little gal put her palm around it, to get a good hold and squeezed and out came this huge blob line of mustard. We are talking almost hotdog size. I do not think she did it deliberately, like the time this ass bitched about not enough soup in a cup, so the gal filled the thing up, burned his ass, and he later apologized in the bar for bitching about it. She never said a word, but I laughed when I mentioned it to her later and she told me about this apology later.
So old geez is frozen. I kid you not. You have never seen such a scowling statue since your parents got their balls tied up in knots over some shit. It was a pregnant pause in time stood still. I was laughing to myself. I knew how much this stick up the ass was fuming about this blob of mustard and the world was not picture perfect as he demands every second of the day.
Honestly, if he had started to complain, I was going to tell the gal, "Put the sub on my bill as I will eat the Goddamn thing, as I ain't afraid of mustard". Old geez though just old geezer walked off as his day was ruined by too much mustard in his little mustard world.
I make a point to not bitch about things to people who prepare my food. Unless flies it on it and a lezbo was giggling about it, after I had her make a new sandwich. That little bitch did not last, and last time I saw her, she was getting her ass reamed by some old bag who was managing a Pizza Hut.
If you bitch, people retaliate and I do not like eating other people's spit.
Having been around anus retentive old geezers like this and the hell they make lives for their children, I just close my eyes and wonder how you can be upset over meat not being at the end of the bun. The manager in this store, can't make sandwiches worth a damn. Somehow they end up upside down, shit leaking all over the place and it looks like a salad, but that is her, and I just banter with her, as she will get it eventually.
It is real hell being under the watchful eye of the perfect mind whose entire life is shit, but they sure know how your life should be, as they know what a sandwich perfectly made is.
I hope they are vaxed.
Nuff Said
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