I know what you’re thinking…where did you find a Subway full of Asians? Let me just say Google Images is my best friend. Now to the real meat of this post.

Leave it to Subway to make me realize my fatal flaw. Saying no to people has never been a strength of mine, but those damn sandwich artists make me relive my shortcomings on a next to daily basis. Think I should frequent Subway less? Not happening.

So I am in line, there’s nobody in the store, and it’s coming to a slow close in the Weeks Plaza Subway (did I mention they have to compete with Moe’s?) At any rate, it’s dead. Just me and the “sandwich artist.” I have established I want a veggie six-inch; nothing too crazy, just a manageable portion. I spit my game, tell the Sammy Subway that I would like a six-inch veggie on honey oat with cheese please. The sly fox then throws me a curve ball: “Would you like to make it a footlong for two dollars more?” My first thought? “Am I breathing? Load it up, sandwich star!” Turning down a full six inches for a mere two bucks just seemed un-American, so let’s just say I was feeling very patriotic.

But then it hit me! I cannot say no to people. The two dollars just gives me an excuse to hide my fatal flaw: turning people down. It’s not like I will even sit down and polish off a full footlong- last time I checked my name was not Jared. At any rate, Subway constantly pulls this stunt, and I have seen it in many forms. Whether it’s Sammy Sandwich or Sally Sandwich, gender is not the issue. It’s Subway’s sneaky little way of praying off of chronic “yes-ers” like me masked in the very American values of bigger is better and nabbing a deal. And to think this whole time, I thought I was being a model citizen…

So next time you great Americans hit up your neighborhood Subway, think twice before you’re conned- once about this blog post, and once about Jared naked…just checking to see if you’re paying attention!

Peace, love, and 6-inchers,

H-Mob