Do you know who I am? He must not know who I am.

I went to Subway for a steak & cheese sub but  Mr. Subway did not get the birthday memo.   I asked for the yummy Italian herbs & cheese bread, but he said they were out.  No problem, I say, I’ll take regular Italian bread.  He gives me plain wheat.  I’m not going to get my panties twisted over bread, so this too is no problem.

Then he asks me what I want on it, and I tell him that I would like a steak & cheese sub, but NO, he says they do not make steak & cheese subs.  Weird, but again, no problem, I’ll just go with the Italian BMT sub.   While my sub is toasting, he helps the man in line behind me with his order.  Much to my surprise, he orders a cheese steak sub, and Mr. Subway makes him one.

While Mr. Subway is putting the veggies on my sub, I asked, “What’s the difference between a steak & cheese and a cheese steak?”  He replies with, “Not much.  Many people say the cheese steak is better.”   Thank God the only difference  is quality because I’d sure hate to MISS OUT.   I feel better now that I know that.

And that is the story of how I ended up with an inferior sub sandwich on my birthday.