There she was. Standing behind the counter. I could tell that she was into to
I stole this picture.
me. From the way she said “Welcome to Subway, What Can I get you?”, I could hear the lust in her voice.
“Can I get a minute?” I say without missing a beat. I chuckle. She stares intently. Playing hard to get. I know the type.
After exactly 60 seconds (I counted) I finally order the turkey breast foot long on Italian bread. The subtext of this order is obvious. The sexual tension is so intense I can barely stand it anymore. I giggle a little because I said breast in public.
Then it happened. Something I will never forget. As she is putting on the turkey, she is near the end of the sub. Countless times have I been screwed over and had only bread for about an inch of the sub. But she does the unthinkable. She reverses the meat direction for the last piece and made sure I got my money’s worth. I counted the slices. It was an odd number. It was obvious now that she wanted me. Either that or unlike every other subway employee shes doesn’t skimp on meat. What a coincidence, because I don’t skimp on the meat either. I tell myself to remember this line so I can tell her when the time is appropriate. We have so much in common.
“What kind of cheese?”
“American.”
I hoped that I didn’t offend her too much with this, seeing as she is not American, but some kind of chinese. Things really started to get heated up now, but quickly cooled off 17 seconds later when she took my sub out of the toaster. Now it was off to the toppings.
I get the usual. Lettuce, tomato, oil/vinegar, etc. But I decide I am going to test this broad. I inquire about the small chopped up red peppers. I thought they were sub peppers but she called them something else and mentioned they were spicy, and she recommended them. Spicy just like this relationship. But I decline them. I don’t feel like I have to prove myself to her anymore, at the stage were at.
She wraps it up with care, like its the only sub she’ll be wrapping all day. She rings me up. After paying her with my hard earned money, I look dead in her eyes and say almost too softly to hear “Thanks”.
She can’t resist me any longer and lets her feelings spill out, like candy out of a pinata hit by a body builder with sledgehammer. Worse birthday ever, dad.
“Your welcome and have a great day!”
It’s so on.
“You too.” I play it cool and walk on out of there, while the sub is shaking in my hand from my nerves. I leave her wanting more.
“Hey one other thing”, I start to say. “I saw you don’t skimp on the meat. Well I would just like to tell you….thanks.” I figure I would save my line for the bedroom, where I am sure eventually we will end up. Also, I didn’t want to look like a douchebag.
I know she’ll be there the next time I visit (I stole a copy of there working hours schedule), and I know things will only escalate in the crazy romance. Until then, she will just have to wait.
