I was at subway the other day for lunch (like every day of the week) and there was a kid in front of me with all these tattoos and piercings... basically one of those punks who wants to look as intimidating as possible.
He was also one of those kids who feels the need to sprinkle swear words throughout his sentences like negative pixie dust to mask any potential feelings of sensitivity he might have.
He got up to the front of the line... and ordered as follows... in the toughest voice he could muster... "I'll have the sweet onion chick'n teriaki on 'talian herb 'n cheese... 'n shit."
You know what? It IS hard to order ANYTHING on Italian Herb and Cheese bread and sound manly... especially something that starts with "sweet onion"... i should know i do it every day. It just never occurred to me that adding "and shit" to the end of the order made it tough.
Being behind him in line i thought about ordering the "sweet onion chicken teriaki on italian herb and cheese bread WITHOUT the shit, please"... or "if i get that same order can you hold the shit?" and the classic "wow! when did you guys start carrying shit on the menu?"
Instead, i cleared my throat, and in the most specific and well spoken voice of sincerity i said "i too will be having the 'sweet onion chicken teriaki on itialian herbs and cheese bread and shit..."
at the least the girl behind the counter laughed...
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