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*Cracks knuckles* It was the end of a beautiful day when I pulled up to the drive through menu. As the car came to a halting stop in front of the stained weathered speaker I slid my finger across the automatic window button. The window went down with ease but made somewhat of a scratching sound due to the many years it has seen. Who knows, maybe this is was the first domino in the chain of events yet to unfold. "Welcome to Subway I'll be with you in a moment." Exclaimed the employee. "Okay." I had nervousness in my voice for some reason, maybe she sensed something because of it. When she proclaimed they were ready to take my order I gave it to them with haste. "That'll be $10.00 even." The faceless employee explained through the black weathered speaker. As I drove to the window I could sense something strange, something awry. Even with my senses standing at attention I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. My fellow comrades and I parked the old rickety car in front of the building and proceeded to consume the previously purchased food. As I finished my footlong Italian BMT on white flatbread with white American cheese, pickles, tomatoes, and lettuce I noticed something on my finger. I had somehow managed to get mayonnaise on my hand while eating, and naturally reached for a napkin. To my surprise I felt something in the bag that shouldn't be there. As soon as it touched me I knew it was not like the normal bland napkins I've used so many times before. I pulled the item from the bag. What was It? "Peculiar." I said to my company. As I opened the piece of publication I realized what it was. It was a religious document telling the story of death and a Christian after life. What was this doing in my bag of Subway? What devilish thing had I done to warrant such treatment? I expected to find napkins to clean my hands, not some profound religious documentation. I decided to drive back to the window and ask why this was given to me. She stated that she did not mean to. My only guess is that she slipped and dropped a piece of scripture in the bag, for a woman of God would surely not lie. Stuttering her way through an explanation filled with more holes than their Swiss cheese, I had enough. I simply asked her to not press her religious views on anyone from her workplace, and drove off into the night. Such a dark experience in a time where I needed nutrition and happiness. Seriously, don't put religiously affiliated packets in my bag of subway. 666 Hail Lucifer

Both of the ladies that made our sandwiches were very rude and disrespectful towards us and the person in front of us in line. Next time we will go somewhere else other than subway in Ferdinand.