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Sunday, April 5, 2015

Just Be A Decent Human Being, Please.

10:26 AM Posted by Allie Wood No comments
Okay, so something happened yesterday, and I'm here to rant about it and say that it's not okay at all.



Yesterday morning, I went to the Subway right outside my barracks because I figured I'd get a sandwich for Brandon and I so we could start the day off with some food since we had a lot of walking to do, right? So, there was this lady and her husband in line behind me. The husband was a perfectly nice gentleman for the most part. Pretty quiet and polite. But the wife... Oh man, she was something else entirely.

You see, the people who work at the subways here on base seem to be from other countries. They're not fluent in English, they have thick accents, and sometimes they just don't understand what you're saying. There's been many instances where I've had to politely say, "Oh, sorry, not tomatoes. I meant mayo," or something of the sort. Sometimes it's a little aggravating if I'm in a rush to get back to work or something like that, but I understand that they're trying their best, so I never get angry with them. 

Now, back to the lady behind me in line. All she did was ask for a breakfast sandwich on flatbread. She didn't give them any further instructions after that. So, one of the guys just had to kind of go for it and hope he got it right. He went to put some bacon on the sandwich, which is perfectly a logical assumption, because most breakfast sandwiches have bacon. Lo and behold, this lady instantly gets angry and says, "Bacon? Really? I didn't say to put bacon on there. Who said (expletive) bacon?" Like, WHOA, slow down there. That was absolutely NOT necessary at all. He made an honest mistake. 

Now the sandwich gets to the second guy who had an even thicker accent than the one before, and he asks if she'd like her sandwich toasted. She proceeds to say yes, and not give any instructions yet again. Taking her silence as a cue, the man turned around to put her sandwich in the little oven and she proceeds to say, "I didn't say you could toast it yet. Put some onions and green peppers on it first." So, the poor guy sheepishly put the ingredients on her sandwich and then looked up at her, waiting for further instructions, because she's acting like she's the almighty queen of Subway. Then she notices him waiting and rolls her eyes and says, "Go. You can put the freaking sandwich in the oven now," then lets out the most obnoxious sigh I've probably ever heard in my life. Like, more dramatics than a freaking soap opera type sigh. 

This whole time, the husband is just standing there with a sad look on his face trying to silently say sorry to the poor Subway workers who are having to deal with his wife, but also trying to make it so his wife didn't see, because, if she did, she'd probably turn on him. So, there I am, still patiently waiting to pay for my finished sandwich because this woman is demanding all the attention of all the workers. So, when one of the two guys working finally gets over to me, I pay for my sandwich and decide to loudly tell them that they did a great job on my sandwich, and I decided to be a decent person and give each of them ten dollars as a tip, and I told them that I hope they have a good rest of the day. I still feel like what I said and what I gave wasn't enough to cover how horribly they were getting treated by that woman. I saw how grateful these two men were after I complimented them on their work because heaven knows they needed it right at that moment. Boy, let me tell you, the look I got from that woman was not a pretty one at all. If looks could kill, I would have died, been resurrected, and gotten killed again. Just saying. But it was worth it because it's the Subway worker's job to just take instructions from customers, not stand up to them, so I did it myself.

I don't know if it's because I've worked at a customer-oriented fast food job before, and I know exactly how it feels to have a disrespectful customer, or if it's because I'm in the military and got the concept of respect towards everyone literally beaten into me during boot camp, but there is absolutely no reason to treat anyone like that. I don't care who you are, what you do for a living, or how bad your day has already been. Just put in a little effort to be a decent human being. It really isn't that hard. It takes patience, yes, and believe me, I am not a patient person, but I can fake it enough to not cause problems. It takes holding your tongue a bit, and I'm also not good at that, still to this day. But I try to be a decent person. Like, smiling at someone on the street who looks a little down, or giving up a seat on the bus to someone who looks extremely tired or disheveled. You can forget about your problems in your life for a few minutes to try to make someone's day better. It's honestly just the little things that can make a huge difference in people's lives.

So, long story short, (I say that after the long story for obvious reasons) just try to be a decent human being. We're all going through troubles, some bigger or smaller than others, which is exactly why we need to take it upon ourselves to try to lighten someone's burdens, even if just for a moment, not make things worse for them in any fashion.

And, mystery lady at Subway, if somehow you read this, as much as I used you as an example of what not to do in this post, I hope you have a good day and something makes you happy enough to laugh, because everyone deserves to be happy.

Lastly, I guess I'll leave you guys with a quote:

"The most important thing is that you be a good person and you live by the golden rule of do unto others. If you live by that, that's all I care about." - Rob Reiner