Monday, Jul. 11, 2005 - 11:22 a.m.
As is fairly standard during my work week, I decided to grab a salad at S U B W @ Y. Nothing special, nothing thrilling. The woman in front of me was in the process of ordering a ham and cheese sandwich.
Worker: What kind of cheese would you like on your sandwich?
Woman: ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?
Worker: I�m sorry?
Woman: I see Swiss Cheese there, and I am allergic to penicillin, so if you want me to die, give me Swiss Cheese. If you want me to live, then don�t. (Personally I would have given her the swiss cheese, but I digress.
Worker: Well, we have American.
Woman: So you DON�T want me to die then. I guess that is a good thing.
After the poor worker finishes her sandwich the woman continues on. �Are you sure there is no SWISS CHEESE on this. I will die you know. DIE! DIE! DIE! Then what would you do? You would be murdering me which would be totally terrible for business.�
Um, yeah. Penicillin allergies run in my family, but I never heard of the �death by swiss cheese� attachment to it.
TTFN
OKINAWA
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