Dear Subway Manager: Wayne Rodgers

I have always had a fondness for your particular restaurant chain, I think it goes back to my high school wrestling days when I would always eat a foot long Cold Cut Combo, mayo only, after each weigh in. That particular sandwich always hits the spot, and was there for me through some tough times.

Being located on 16th street in downtown Denver, my fellow employees and I enjoy a wealth of tasty lunch choices within close walking distance. Despite the multitude of choices, your restaurant is pretty much the closest and a quick way to get a good meal. I usually bring my lunch these days, but when I don’t you’re usually at the top of a short list.

Your restaurant has always had its share of colorful employees. The ‘cheeesss?’ guy, for instance has been a mainstay and is probably your MVP for 2 years running. There was also the grumpy guy who ran the register for a long time. He was grumpy, but very efficient. Then there was the old guy who looked like ‘Blue’ from the movie Old School. He was only there a couple of weeks, but he was a good guy.

Today, as I stood in line I began studying the half dozen or so employees now working behind the counter and began to lose my appetite. The group that you have working there now might be the most unkempt, uncleanest group of individuals I have ever seen working in one place. I don’t think they’ve had a single shower between them in several days.  For a split second I told myself I was being unreasonable. Afterall, they’re making the food in front of me so i know they’re not doing anything bad to it.  However, they are breathing on my food and there is a chance one of their chin hairs may fall into it. And who knows what they’re doing to the food before the restaurant opens?

At that thought, I stepped out of line and left the restaurant. Can you imagine? When’s the last time you left a restaurant because of the appearance of the staff? That should tell you that it’s pretty bad.

I am not a picky eater. I have a friend that will not eat at pot lucks for fear of dyptheria. Pot lucks are my favorite way to eat on the other hand. Despite not being a picky eater, I will not set foot inside your restaurant again until you agree to personally bathe and groom each employee before they handle my food .
Sincerely,

Wayne Rodgers

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