On Saturday, I went to eat at what is basically my favorite sandwich shop, Jimmy Johns.
Since Kody took me, it was free for me. (Get a boyfriend. They pay for things).
I believe there were three people working there on a Saturday evening around 7:30pm or so, which seemed to be plenty. The girl at the register was friendly, as was the first sandwich maker.
The second sandwich maker, however, was a total jerk. He yelled out our sandwich orders and became annoyed if we didn't run to grab it at Olympic athlete pace. Strike one.
Then, Kody, tasted his Dr Pepper and noticed that it was all carbonation and no flavor. When he informed this man rather politely, he said:
"We will get to it when we get to it. We are busy right now."
He was doing nothing. AT ALL. I believe he was the manager because he barked at one of the other workers to fix the problem instead of him.
I am not sure what was up with this guy, but it made for a bad experience. He was in such a crabby mood the entire time we ate there, as well.
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