Service is still bad
My wife and I had some really bad service the other night when we went to get some late night toasted subs at WaWa. Last time, it was three in the morning. This time it was only eleven at night. We walked in and we saw our esteemed friend behind the deli counter again.
I wispered to my wife that we could drive on down to the next WaWa and order our subs there. She decided to give the guy a chance. After all, his fingernails were no longer purple, and he looked a bit more sober.
She watched as he put some swiss cheese on a sub, then took it off, then laid some mayonaise on thick, then put the cheese on. He was looking at a screen back and forth to the sandwitch. Still new I guess. Another customer came up and asked if it was the roast beef that he ordered. “No, it’s the homestyle roastbeef” was the reply. Sheesh. On top of that, the customer complained that he ordered a larger sub.
My wife looked at me and then ran for the door.
On the way to the next WaWa, we passed checkers. My wife loves checkers. She went through my wallet and pulled out some singles. I told her to look again, there is bound to be a twenty in there. Sure enough, she found it. We went home happy with nice meaty sandwiches, drinks, and awesome fries.