I think you can learn a lot about someone by taking them to Subway and observing their interaction with the single teenager tasked with running the entire enterprise.

You could rate them across several relevant metrics: leadership, charisma, sympathy, decisiveness, wit, creativity, taste. they should do this at job interviews, treat the candidate to lunch at Subway and give them no indication that the rest of the interview is actually just conditioning for the only part that will actually affect hiring decisions, the Trip To Subway. This could be a whole new revenue stream for Subway provided their leadership has the tenacity, gumption, and vision to seize it.

Personally though not a big fan of Subway (I’m too uke). Uke if you don't know is the name in the yaoi arts given to the "receiver" the submissive party in the male-male relationship. I don't think I'd go so far as to call myself a femboy per se, I am in a happy [redacted]-year relationship with the woman of my dreams but in my interactions with service workers in particular, yeah, uke. Other settings too. Uke. Especially food service settings though. Alas.

My mother taught me from a very young age that I am an Empath a Crystal Child an Auteur an Autist and this prevents me from being a true powerful seme man in food service settings because the job is so degrading and I, having never done it myself on account of my caste, am simply not equipped to receive that level of psychic energy without rebounding some of it back out into the world. This is true in all food service settings, not just Subway, but the level of abject despair that exists behind the counter at Subway is Otherworldly.

McDonalds is renowned among the MBA crowd for the “conformance” of their employees despite their fractious franchisee system which is often interpreted as a challenge for branding and uniformity — a McDonald's hamburger is prepared the exact same way in washington DC as it is in garry, indiana as it is in austin texas. But MBA eggheads are sleeping on Subway. the psychic drone emanating from behind the counter at Subway is of the exact same color and timbre in Boise Idaho as it is in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia as it is 55 miles outside of Khartoum, Sudan. Whatever culture Subway occupies, that culture knows to send its Most Depressed Sixteen Year Olds to die behind the counter at Subway and they dutifully oblige vis a vis the erosive drug du jour in their given polity.

So yeah I'm not a big fan of Subway, too uke, not all the time but at subway yeah definitely uke, terrified little sandwich twink, makes me scared and uncomfortable. I prefer Pizza Hut.

I think you can learn a lot about someone by taking them to Subway and observing their interaction with the single teenager tasked with running the entire enterprise.

You could rate them across several relevant metrics: leadership, charisma, sympathy, decisiveness, wit, creativity, taste. they should do this at job interviews, treat the candidate to lunch at Subway and give them no indication that the rest of the interview is actually just conditioning for the only part that will actually affect hiring decisions, the Trip To Subway. This could be a whole new revenue stream for Subway provided their leadership has the tenacity, gumption, and vision to seize it.

Personally though not a big fan of Subway (I’m too uke). Uke if you don't know is the name in the yaoi arts given to the "receiver" the submissive party in the male-male relationship. I don't think I'd go so far as to call myself a femboy per se, I am in a happy [redacted]-year relationship with the woman of my dreams but in my interactions with service workers in particular, yeah, uke. Other settings too. Uke. Especially food service settings though. Alas.

My mother taught me from a very young age that I am an Empath a Crystal Child an Auteur an Autist and this prevents me from being a true powerful seme man in food service settings because the job is so degrading and I, having never done it myself on account of my caste, am simply not equipped to receive that level of psychic energy without rebounding some of it back out into the world. This is true in all food service settings, not just Subway, but the level of abject despair that exists behind the counter at Subway is Otherworldly.

McDonalds is renowned among the MBA crowd for the “conformance” of their employees despite their fractious franchisee system which is often interpreted as a challenge for branding and uniformity — a McDonald's hamburger is prepared the exact same way in washington DC as it is in garry, indiana as it is in austin texas. But MBA eggheads are sleeping on Subway. the psychic drone emanating from behind the counter at Subway is of the exact same color and timbre in Boise Idaho as it is in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia as it is 55 miles outside of Khartoum, Sudan. Whatever culture Subway occupies, that culture knows to send its Most Depressed Sixteen Year Olds to die behind the counter at Subway and they dutifully oblige vis a vis the erosive drug du jour in their given polity.

So yeah I'm not a big fan of Subway, too uke, not all the time but at subway yeah definitely uke, terrified little sandwich twink, makes me scared and uncomfortable. I prefer Pizza Hut.