EVERY FUCKING SANDWICH I'VE EVER ORDERED IN NYC

“Lemme get turkey & american cheese on a roll with lettuce and mayonnaise.” (I’ve learned you have to say “mayonnaise”, if you say “mayo” they think you said “tomato”)

“No problem.” (sprints into it like he absolutely knows what he’s doing, you think you’re good, start to stroll around. But no.)

“Turkey?”
“yeah.”
“Turkey, swiss?”
”No, American”
“Turkey?”
“Turkey.”
“Lettuce tomato?”
“Just lettuce, no tomato.”
“No mayo”
“No no, no tomato. Lettuce, mayonnaise...turkey, American”
“Turkey american lettuce mayonnaise on hero”
“No no, on a roll”
“Salt and pepper?”
”Sure”
“On a roll?”
(head explodes)

On and on, EVERY fucking time. Every bodega, every dude, no matter where, happens every single time. And what kills me is the way they the jump into it right away, like they got what you said. I’d rather them ask 5 times to make sure, then start slicing. It’s like they watch your lips move, dive into the job and THEN start to wonder okay...what the hell am I making here?