Tuesday, Dec. 21, 2004 - 7:12 p.m.

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6:30 p.m. With nothing to do but study for my Quantitative Methods final I decide to continue my countdown of embarrassing meltdowns by reflecting back to several weeks ago when I was attempting to order a sandwich at my neighborhood Subway:

#4. Waiting patiently has never been my strong suit but that’s what I did and I forced a smile at the man behind the counter as he kept holding up a finger indicating he’d be off of his cellular telephone call momentarily. Finally:

Subway Guy: What would you like?

Garloo: Can I get a six-inch turkey breast sandwich on a wheat roll please.

The subway guy then proceeds to grab a six-inch wheat roll, sliced it open and began to layer slices of turkey breast upon it. Just then a gentleman entered the store and got in line next to me. From out of the backroom appears Subway Guy #2 and I start to think, “Where were you while I’m standing here like an idiot waiting for your friend to get off the phone?” However, I tell myself that I’m being served now and that’s all that matters.

Subway Guy #2: Need help.

Subway Guy: I got it.

Then, with my sandwich sitting there waiting to be piled high with fresh vegetables and condiments my guy turns to the new customers as asks:

Subway Guy: What would you like?

Customer: 12-inch meatball sub.

Then, my subway guy starts to make his sandwich. I’m thinking he should finish what he started. He should finish my God damn sandwich before helping somebody else. What’s he going to do, ask us both, “Do you want lettuce? Do you want lettuce?” No, not happening. So I decide I not going to yell. I’m not going to lose my temper. I’m just going to leave. I’m going to leave fuming but am going to leave. As I head for the door:

Subway Guy: Hey where you going? Come back. Where you going?

I stop. I turn. I say to Subway Guy, Subway Guy #2 and Customer:

Garloo: I just remembered that I don’t have all the FUCKING TIME IN THE WORLD!

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