five dollar foot longs can not be split
July 23, 2008 at 1:28 pm
Subway’s got the new deal with the $5 foot long sandwiches. None that I like. Tuna, meatball, blt?? Give me a normal Subway sandwich!
Wednesday is Turkey Sandwich Special day. A 6″ turkey with a soda and chips, or soda and cookies, is just $2.49.
I wanted a foot long turkey (basically two 6″ sandwiches). I ordered a foot long and the cashier wanted to charge me $6.29! I tell him to ring it in as two 6″ turkeys so I can pay just the $5 (2 x $2.49). I don’t want the sodas, chips, or cookies. Just the foot long worth of turkey sandwich for $5.
“I’ll do it for you just this once”.
OK pal, don’t do me any favors. Next time I come in I’ll be sure to order two 6″ sandwiches, get my sodas, chips and cookies. And you bet I will ask for each of my 6″ sandwiches to be individually wrapped.
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