In Subway Again

For my 400th post, something of no consequence. Once again, another genuine exchange in the Cleopatra of fast-food restaurants, Subway.

Robert: I'd like a foot long chicken Teriyaki on Italian bread, please.
Saboteur: Would you like that toasted today, sir?
R: Yes, please.
S: What kind of cheese?
R: Just American, thanks.
[Puts sandwich in oven. Silence for thirty seconds. Takes out sandwich]
S: Okay, and what else would you like on there, sir?
R: Err, just extra green peppers and extra onions, please.
[Lays peppers on sandwich]
S: And what else did you say, sir?
R: The, err, red onions.
[Spreads onions thinly]
S: Any sauces today?
R: Yes, please, sweet onion.
S: So where are you from?
[Saboteur splashes raspberry vinaigrette all over sandwich. Eye contact. Disdain]
R: [Pause] England.
S: Wow, the last time I asked someone that they said Australia. Anything else on there for you, sir?
R: No. [Pause] Thanks.

I grow lethargic with cynicism, and cynical with lethargy.