Random: Ordering a sandwich at Subway is always an adventure. First, there was the grown man who, when asked what kind of cheese he wanted, said, "White." Uhh. white is a color. And oh btw we have three different kinds of white cheese. What kind of cheese do you want, sir?" Then there was the man who absolutely insisted that the "sandwich artist" break the sequence, go over to the condiments section during the middle of the lunch rush, so she could DRENCH his bread in oil and vinegar before she started the sandwich. Then, of course, he asked for more and vinegar after the sandwich was done. Then there was the couple who clearly had no idea of what they wanted for lunch and who had to consult each other every step of the way. "Come on folks! Surely by now, you know whether or not you like onion!" This is why I couldn't work in retail. The sheer random weirdness of people would drive me crazy. On a tangential note: Why do people always say black olives, even when there are no green olives around? Just curious.