The sweetest lady came through the Subway line today. First off, she took my suggestion of the veggie max patty to heart instead of dissing it like others in the past. And I just hammed the shit out of her order. Smiles galore (not forced). And in the end when I give her her $1.75 change, instead of the copious amounts of coins I just gave her, she looks at me and says: “I’m giving you the dollar because you were such a good little sales lady.” Garsh! I felt good. It only continued when I helped the most polite little girls. “Yes ma’am…. No ma’am…. Thank you ma’am!” Nhhhhh. I felt like Edward Cullen, I was practically glowing behind the sneeze guard. My day was only (slightly) ruined by this I-just-got-done-shopping-at-victoria-secret-and-I-have-my-varsity-cheerleading-sweatshirt-on-and-I’m-15 kind of girl. She was sweet, I’ll admit. She just shouldn’t open her mouth. “Umm, I have a question? So, like, how big is the 6-inch?” I had to school my features just right so I didn’t have that “are you serious” look on my face. I do believe that question was redundant. But alas, I held up a 6-inch piece of bread just to assuage her curiosity. OH! I think I served UFC weird party guy again. I can’t be too sure. He kept giving me weird smiles.  I wanted none of it! Although a lot of people who come to Subway give me weird smiles…. :3