Most of you probably know about the “Overheard in New York” LiveJournal group.  Well, today I was getting lunch at Subway and something made me think of that.   So this girl was getting stuff put on her sub…

Customer: Put spices on, too.
Employee: Salt and pepper?
Customer: Yeah.
Employee: *puts on salt and pepper*
Customer: Put on some spices, too.
Employee: *confused look… long pause… reaches for oregano and starts shaking it over sandwich*
Customer: *seems satisfied*

I just wanted to grab the woman, shake her sensless (which technically wouldn’t have required any shaking whatsoever), and say, “It’s called OREGANO, you twit!  It’s a TYPE of spice, just like salt and pepper are TYPES of spice!“  But I didn’t, because damned if I wasn’t hungry and just wanted to get the hell out of there.  Then just as I’m exiting the door, I overhear a guy saying, “Put some spice on.”  I stopped, went back in, stared for a minute… then decided it really just wasn’t worth it.

I hate that I have to share my precious oxygen with these people, whose brains were obviously deprived of it as a child.