My favourite is when you go to Subway and they put two sandwiches in the grill/oven at once, on that metal tray fished out of Fred Dibnah’s scrapyard circa 1978, yours and some cunt who has ordered tuna mayo (scooped out with an ice cream scoop and smeared all over their disgusting, fetid bread with that smearer), and before you can stop them and say “actually, I’ll have mine un-toasted” it’s in there, your Meatball Marinara infused with the hideous stench and taste of rancid fanny.
