i has a bubble

Subway is my default, go-to lunch when I forget to pack one.
I don't know WHAT was going on, but I can only assume that of the two sammichers that were working today, one is a total douche.

During the noon to one lunch rush, I stood patiently awaiting my foot long fantasy. I stood behind a woman who turned around and smiled at me. I genuinely smiled back as we shared that moment of "Mmmm... we're about to get our sub on." The line inched forward slowly and as the douche, or man, was adding cheese to the polite woman's six inch wheat sammich, he walks away. The douch, or man, and the older woman working had been exchanging words. Words that I was ignoring.

I should have paid attention. The man was gone for nearly ten minutes while that poor, flat, little wheat sammich laid cold on it's wax paper bed. The woman feverishly rang up the two customers in front of us and ran back to the abandoned sammich, apologizing for our wait, or weight. Skinny broad...

The man returns and washes his hands. The woman bitched him out as I chuckled softly yet loud enough to be heard within earshot. He may have bowel problems or is still pissing out last night's alcohol, though no excuse is acceptable to abandon an order like he did.

Now, while all of this is going on, I'm standing by the beginning of the first glass case. An older gentleman, probably near 55 or 60, continually shuffled closer to me. I shuffled myself a little further down. He shuffles closer yet again. I do this two more times as does he. I still don't understand why he felt the need to so eagerly stare at the meat and cheese selections, as though he had never seen such an array of the same, stale flavors Subway has had since it's debut.

At this point I've lost my patience (which doesn't take long... it took perhaps 2-3 minutes). I turn my head to the old bastard and snapped, "Jesus CHRIST, do you drive like that, too!? Back off!"

With out even making eye contact with me, he shuffled his decrepid ass backwards and continued to stare into the plain of slaughtered delights.
I really do try to avoid having to snap at strangers, but it usually ends up the same. I huff and attempt to show them the error of their ways, like a rattlesnake hissing and... uh... rattling. And after a few moments of unacknowledgement, I break like a tree branch....... and stab them. Proverbially speaking, of course.