I was at the end of a rather long Subway (the samdwich shop, not the train) lunch line when I saw a car with New York plates pull into the parking area. Two middle aged ladies got out and stood in line behind me.
After only a few minutes, one of the ladies walked out of line to the counter where a young female employee was working as quickly as she could to feed the crowd.
I couldn’t catch the animated conversation from where I stood, but suddenly the counter girl exclaimed, “Lady, I’m not in the mood to put up with this. If you don’t like it, get the hell out!”
The lady turned and headed toward the door in a huff. . I wanted so badly to say, “And welcome to West Virginia.” I restrained myself.
After only a few minutes, one of the ladies walked out of line to the counter where a young female employee was working as quickly as she could to feed the crowd.
I couldn’t catch the animated conversation from where I stood, but suddenly the counter girl exclaimed, “Lady, I’m not in the mood to put up with this. If you don’t like it, get the hell out!”
The lady turned and headed toward the door in a huff. . I wanted so badly to say, “And welcome to West Virginia.” I restrained myself.