Dear Subway Employee

Dear Subway Employee,

            I think that you need to recalculate what your definition of “a little bit of mayo” is. I don’t think I needed half a cup for this six inch sandwich. I would like to ask you if you are okay, because you seemed to barely hear anything I said. I don’t want to say that you looked dead behind the eyes, but I prefer not to lie.

            I can understand not liking one’s job, especially this; I would hate to make sandwiches for demanding strangers all day. But this seems different. I am genuinely concerned and wonder how you navigate the world alone. I would hope that you find something that is more enjoyable to you than this. Perhaps that is my sense of entitlement mixed with some elitism talking, but I do wish you well… until I take another bit of this mayo drenched sandwich. Then I hate you just a little bit.