Quote Originally Posted by lute
Wenisrubber, actually the guys were all in their 30's-40's.

finn's mom, thanks. i imagin i won't stay there long. i just got an offer to get my old job back.
Wow. You'd think they mature with age!

In any case, I'm still sorry you had to deal with immature jerks anyways.

EDIT: This actually got me to thinking of when I worked at Subway. A guy and his wife/girlfriend/lady friend/whatever came in. He ordered a particular sandwich (it went by a name, I forgot what it was). When I started to make The Sandwich of Giant Ordeals, he threw a hissy fit because, apparently, I wasn't making it right. One, guy, I have had to read and re read the lists they give us that have the formulas for these sandwiches on them; I know what goes on it. Two, I have a shortened version right in front of my face that I double check anyways! I just let somebody else deal with him.

Also, people used to get mad at me for the amount of toppings that I put on their sandwiches. Subway has formulas for their sandwiches. For every six inch sub, you can have two pieces of cheese, three pieces of meat, three pieces of each vegetable, and two lines of any or all sauces, salt and pepper to preference. Everything is checked with you before continuing. More of anything costs extra. They didn't understand that I would get in trouble if I put more on there.