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I went to lunch on Thursday by myself. Everyone else either brought lunch or were not around. They offered to wait for me to get something so that I could eat with them. I walked down the street to Subway. I ordered my sub, they toasted it, then asked me what sauce I wanted. I said Ranch. The guy squeezed the applicator bottle and the cap fell off into my sub followed by most of the fluidy contents. I now had a Ranch sub waiting for me. My meat was swimming in white dressing. And then the guy looked up to catch my eye. I think he was looking for approval, like he could pawn this mess off on me. Perhaps the ever present look of being pissed scrawled on my face was enough for him because he immediately threw it away and rushed to make another one up to the point of progress we had left off at. I'm beginning to not like Subway that much anymore. It may just be the one near where I work.