A recent trip to Subway has left me with no doubt as to my lot in life. As part of a new contest we can win instantly with Subway Scrabble! Lucky me, instead of a free cookie I was presented with a learning moment:
Hey, thanks Subway… good to know that I’m not “winner” material. I’ve never had a fast food restaurant tell me - in no uncertain terms - that I’m not a winner, but I suppose it’s just as well that I learn my lesson now. Then again, Subway is no ordinary fast food restaurant; it’s the home of the “$30 Submarine Sandwich,” so I suppose they’ve earned the right to judge me.
At least they’re kind enough to take pity on me and encourage me to keep on trying. Though I’m not certain I read kindness in their words. I feel it’s the same “kindness” one sees in an overbearing football coach encouraging a fat kid to run one more lap, so that he can laugh at Fatty’s struggle prior to cutting him with a “sorry champ, but this is a winning team, and you’re not a winner.”
Subway, while I’m sure you stand behind your losing text, “Sorry, please try again” has never made me fee like a Father’s second favorite son. Excuse me while I go cry to myself.
