I won't go to Subway. As I said a while back I get overwhelmed from start to finish. "What type of bread?" - while casting my eyes over about 5 types I nervously select one.
Do I want cheese on it? erm, yeah may as well. I'll live life on the edge. Toasted? Hmmm, that may be a bit too much, but what the hell, I could snuff it tomorrow.
Moving on, I have about 500 choices of filling. I usually pick meatballs, with some lettuce an tomatoes. Keeping it nice and simple, feeling judged for my wussyness. Then, the worst bit. "What sauce". It feels as if theres 100 pairs of eyes on me, awaiting my socially acceptable choice, but what sauce is right for this subway? Theres sauces I have never even heard of... I usually pick Marinara sauce, before shuffling to the till before paying about a tenner for a butty. I am then given a cup, I suspect I have to fill it myself. Nervously I wait a moment just to check if theres any indication that the person behind the till will do it for me, when there isn't... I try an balance a massive footlong butty while trying to fill the cup. I mean I have two arms and two hands, if one has hold of a tray with a butty on, how am I meant to fill the cup? While trying the mission impossible, I am well aware everyone is watching, just waiting for me to spectacularly [Poor language removed] up....
I suppose I have Subway paranoia.