A little problem with my favorite sandwich

I need to talk to you all about something. It is something that has bothered me for awhile but I have never voiced it.

It has to do with Subway.

Now, I love Subway. Love it more than any other sandwich chain in America.

But something bothers me.

And I have tried to dismiss it for quite sometime but I can't anymore.

I have only discussed this one other person in my life and that was Luke.

So here goes.

We all know how the Subway sandwich maker stands behind that glass and that counter full of deli meat, cheese, and veggies galore right?

Well, I have noticed that when this said Subway sandwich maker leans over to put said deli meat, cheese and veggies galore on my sandwich they lean over my sandwich and MORE TIMES THAN NOT their shirt rubs on my sandwich.

This is when my mind starts running wild and I imagine this shirt rolled up in some corner of their dirty room somewhere.

Or a cat sitting and peeing on it and then the person not knowing it and throwing it on cause they are late to work and then this same cat pee filled shirt rubs on my sandwich.

These are the type of things that go through my head.

I have been known to see a Subway sandwich maker's shirt rub on my sandwich, go home and tear off that part of the wonderful sandwich and throw it away.

I have also been known to go home and go through the scenarios in my head: Lets say this shirt was rolled up in the corner of a dirty room only to touch my sandwich mere hours later, and then I ate that sandwich, what would happen to me?

Most likely nothing.

So I dismiss it from my head and enjoy my sandwich.

People, this is self control at its finest. I mean I cannot exercise this type of self control when it comes to not eating chocolate chip cookies, but dismissing a dirty shirt from my mind seems to come easy.

I have learned my lesson and now I refuse to watch my sandwich being made. I simply turn my eyes away from the production of my wonderful sandwich.

I usually just look to the left of where I am standing. I'm sure the workers at my favorite Subway think that I have eye sight problems.

Little do they know it's just mind problems, and if I see their shirt touch my sandwich my mind will run wild.

So while exercising healthy eating habits with a veggie filled sandwich (and cheese, creamy Italian dressing and salt and pepper) I also like to exercise healthy mind habits and dismiss thoughts of dirty shirts in the corners of rooms from my mind.

Now don't get me wrong. I still love my Subway, I could never turn my back on them, I just think they need to implement a new sandwich making system.

Preferably one that does not involve the sandwich maker leaning over my sandwich. Lets not even talk about the one time a person was short and leaned over to get my veggies and the armpit of their shirt touched my sandwich.

TRUE STORY.

Has anybody else noticed this?