Subway
are also bastards for this. There's a guy in the Richmond branch that had my number for a while and served me ever more unlikely extras every time I went in pissed until one day when we got up to "quadruple meat" and Christ knows what else. Between his sales skills and my hunger, we had created a single footlong marinara costing more than fifteen quid which barely fitted into one of their bags. In the morning it looked like somebody had been murdered on my mate's coffee table.
( pineapplecharm D d M Y, H:i, Fri 29 Jul 2011, 9:29, Reply)