I had to stop for a quick bite at the Subway near Ikea.
While eating my over-toasted “veggie MAX” I overheard the following exchange:
Sandwich Artist#1: Make me a salad, bitch!
Sandwich Artist#2: Why I always gotta make you a salad? What? You stupid? Make your own!
Sandwich Artist#1: Whateva… I gotta hang this shit up anyway.
[Sandwich Artist#1 proceeds to the front window, tapes up a sign, then gives Sandwich Artist #2 a scowling look.]
Sandwich Artist#2: What’s yo problem? Why you looking like that?
Sandwich Artist#1: Oh you know. One of these you’re gonna wake up dead.
Myself (not a sandwich artist): [inner dialogue] Why do some people call them pepperoncinis and why do some people call them banana peppers? Oh, and how does someone wake up dead?
I finished and left. When I got in the car, I looked at the sign that Sandwich Artist#1 had taped to the glass. It read:
NOW HIRING: Crab an Application.
