I'd never seen her before. I considered passing, but I was the only person in line. I reluctantly approached the counter.
"Can I get a Chipotle Roast Beef sandwich?"
She consulted a laminated chart.
"Chipotle Roast Beef…"
Not again, I thought. Why do I always draw the noobs?
She spent two minutes just searching for the bread.
Finally: "I'm sorry, we're out of onion herb bread."
"Okay, wheat then."
"How are you doing today?" she asked.
…until I met you, grandma.
The greens on the sandwich looked suspiciously like plain lettuce.
"Doesn't spring mix include spinach?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, we're out of spring mix. Is that a problem?"
OF COURSE IT'S A PROBLEM! YOU'RE ALTERING THE FLAVOUR PROFILE OF THE SANDWICH!
No bread, no greens this is unacceptable! I ordered a Chipotle Roast Beef sandwich expecting fuckin' onion herb bread and spring mix! If you can't give me what's listed on the menu, then fuckin' take it off the goddamn menu!
I would've walked out if the manager hadn't already charged me.