This morning around 7:10 am, I had to get cash before a little road trip to Findlay. On Secor across from MC Sporting Goods there is a Huntington ATM that I always hit up. Now, if you know the area, you know there is also a Subway in that plaza/parking lot.
So, I casually get my money, drive through, just minding my own business, and drive towards the exit. I see the lights are on at Subway so I look in. What do I see? I see a man doing some prep work with an apron on and NO SHIRT. Repeat: NO FLIPPING SHIRT. This dude is actually handling the cold cuts, bare chested!
WHAT!?! I was so grossed out and shocked, I thought I was seeing things. Mr. 6" not only has no shirt on, but also a very hairy chest and is hovering over the condiments! Do I call the sanitation department? What worries me more is that I couldn't see his bottom half to verify if he was wearing pants. The thought of that takes me back to that scandal from Rally's and the mayo jar (gagging as I type this).
Seriously, do I call the sanitation department, the Blade, Jared or what?