My Tomatoes are not Fingers.

Reverse the nouns.

Today was SO not my day. Pissed my co-worker off because she thought I rolled my eyes at her. (i'm not stupid; even if i HAD, i'd never have done it in front of her; and i didn't, i was just confused by her overly-general question)

Mistook fingers for 'maters. Sliced some nice, clean striped onto the backs of my left index and middle fingers, top segments. Slight slits through nails too, but only slight. Didn't hurt when it happened, just shocked me. Kinda an electric pain, a.k.a. shocky but no hurt. It hurt an hour later. And when I used the 2nd alcohol swab an hour after it happened.....I kinda shrieked.

So black woman comes in, one of the ones that looks older and could easily say, "mmmmhm." Starts mumbling about wanting a turkey sub, I ask her size and type of bread, she mumbles...thought she said half, but she corrects me when I ask. Then asks what type of bread has the salami and bologna...I'm like...wat? You mean a Cold Cut Combo? She says yeah, I ask her again the type of bread and sub...she says Italian, then asks something I barely heard, I try and confirm her order...someone beeps. She acts kinda...freaked. Mumbles. I'm confused, imagined it was just angry people outside in the plaza.

She says something to my co-worker, I'm working on the sub, wondering about the continued beeping, she tells me to hurry it up, that she already told me she needed to get outside cuz it was her kid. I didn't know! I hurry up, she demands LOTS of oil, and Mayo. I put on mayo, and oil on the bottom of the sub, drench it...then she asks for veggies. Oy vey. So I do it. She eventually just leaves...

Comes back in 10 minutes or more and says there was no oil on her sub whatsoever, and that I wrapped it horrible and basically shoved it sideways into the bag. Fortunately my co-worker saw me and knew this was a COMPLETE lie. It was a 10 minute verbal stand-off with my co-worker being nice and the customer being just.....ugh.

Moral of the story? This was NOT my day.