Eat Fresh

I really enjoyed the people who built my Subway sandwich today.

As my chicken breast, lettuce, tomato, spinach, black olive, and a little-bit-of-sweet-onion-sauce on wheat bread sandwich was being made, this rockin' song came on the radio and all three of us (customer = me, kinda nerdy white teenage boy who worked the cash register = Curtis, and other girl working = Funny Latina Teen), started bopping our heads and kinda singing along.

FLT: Curtis, who is this?
Curtis: I don't know.
Me: Matchbox 20.
FLT: Ha! Curtis, you don't know anything!
Me: Do I win anything?

later on

FLT: Curtis, do you know the band 311?
Curtis: No.
FLT: You suck! They are only, like, the most awesome band out there!

later on

FLT: Curstis, can you beatbox?
Curtis: Be bop?
FLT: No, duh, like beatbox, you know?
Curtis: Oh, no. I can't beatbox.

enter other worker, Gladys

FLT: Gladys, you're like 4 minutes late!! Curtis said he wasn't gonna talk anymore until Gladys gets here.
Gladys: Oh, I'm here.
FLT: Curtis, are you leaving?
Curtis: Yes, (incoherent manager's name) told me I could leave at 4 instead of 5.
Gladys and FLT: You suck, Curtis!

Curtis exits, the new Alicia Keys song comes on, and Gladys and FLT sing their hearts out while refilling the tomato bin.

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And, I am mere hours away from my last class of the semester. Are you kidding?