Gross Story- very long I'm sorry
So this is more of a story than anything. There are no screen shots. Even if you don’t post this, I felt like someone should hear it.
I’m a university student without a car. I have very limited food options. One of those options is a Subway. I like sandwiches well enough so I go once in a while after work.
The only problem is this guy, let’s call him Jake. Jake is a southern boy (southern school so this makes sense) but in the worst, most stereotypical way. He has really bad teeth, greasy hair, and a play boy bunny tattoo. Class act this guy, yeah?
Well the first time I saw Jake, he stared at me. Like a lot. He would ignore customers he was serving to stare at me. It was a little unnerving, but whatever. He asked me my name when I ordered, so I gave him a fake one and went on with my life.
Every time I go to subway he’s there.
He stares at me, open mouth. It’s gotten to the point where I go to subway as rarely as possible and just eat gross caf food.
So recently I got off of work and I just could not bring myself to eat the nasty cafeteria food. So I took the 15 minute walk over to subway. I walked in and Jake was there. He was the only employee up front. I was the only customer in the store.
I walk up and order. I can already feel him undressing me in his brain. I said “Could I get a foot long spicy Italian on the Italian herb and cheese bread?” His response? “I don’t know, can you baby?”
He took 12 minutes to make my sandwich to trap me in one of the most uncomfortable conversations of my freaking life. He called my baby, babe, beautiful, sexy. None of these words are my name, surprisingly. He asked me if I was single, if I went to the nearby school (I was wearing a school spirit shirt so that was pretty normal). He asked if I was looking for a man. I told him no. He said he could change my mind. He said my skin looked soft and that he wanted to touch it. All I could do was awkwardly laugh and try not to cry.
When he finally finished making my food, I paid in cash. He caressed my hand when he gave me back my change. I asked him his name. He told me.
I call my friend the second I left the store so that if he followed me she could know right away and call the cops or something. I felt paranoid and disgusting.
This isn’t the end though!
A couple days later, I called the subway and asked for a manager. The guy who picked up was the manager so he asked what was up. I told him my story, and he sounded horrified. He, somehow, knew exactly who I was talking about. I suspect that they’ve had a problem with Jake before. He told me that my next meal was free, and that he was so incredibly sorry about what happened. He told me he’d talk to his supervisors and asked if it was alright for him to give them my name and number. I said sure. I thought I’d get a call from them in a day or two.
I got a call from the higher up subway people within an hour. She asked for my story and then apologized profusely. She told me the matter was currently being investigated.
As crummy as my story is, props to Subway for dealing with the situation in such a positive way.
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