So here’s the thing: I went to Subway for lunch the other day and I didn’t realize in was right at twelve o’clock so they were pretty busy. Of course I hate waiting in line behind a bunch of overweight people who are only eating at Subway because the commercials say it’s healthy, myself included. As I stood there waiting for the herd to move along the gentleman in front of me was very focused on his phone and I found out why when it was his turn to order. The polite Subway lady asked what she could get for him and he proceeded to give her six sandwich orders he was reading from the text on his phone, clearly getting lunch for the whole office. I know for most people that wouldn’t be enough to hate a perfect stranger, but I’m not most people. Dear Subway guy, I hate you.