Don’t Envy the Subway Prince

prince sandwich

Food.

One of my top five foods in the whole world is sandwiches! I just love fresh french bread, filled to the brim with turkey and flavorful favorites like…mustard and mayonnaise–and lettuce!

One day, at lunch time, I was CRAVING a subway sandwich! Honestly though, when it comes to even the thought of eating a food I’m desiring in that moment, I feel instant insanity, and a hidden will to do anything to get it! And just like that, my sisters Hannah, Emily and I, jumped out to the car to drive downtown to meet our tasty fate!

When we arrived at our desired destination, Emily stayed in the car as Hannah and I went into the restaurant. The moment we stepped in, my sister and I were met by beautiful blue eyes and thick blond hair, with the ends curling flirtatiously from out of his hat.

“What Sandwich would you like, fair maidens?” He asked us, in a chocolatey-milky deep voice.

I let my sister have the man for this moment, mostly because I could see that sparkle in her eyes when she met his, and the way she smiled and told him she wanted the chicken and bacon ranch melt $6 combo. Also I knew it would make her day if a prince made her sandwich for her. Hannah and the Prince talked as he scooped a wealthy amount of chicken onto her crispy Italian bread and moved down the bar of fresh foods and friendly conversation.

I stepped up after Hannah to meet with the employee that would make my day…brown eyes, glasses, and non-maleness. It wasn’t her glasses or brown hair, or the fact that she wasn’t my type, but her lack of spark and interest in me. I ordered the same sandwich as my sister and watched with an itch in my attention as she scooped up, or shall I say pecked at, a few pieces of chicken, to plop on my stale Italian bread.

In the middle of the bread decorating, Hannah and I remembered that we wanted turkey on our sandwiches! So, upon our request, Hannah’s prince leaped valiantly over the bar to grab the meet from the far distance! I watched with a watering mouth as he carefully and quickly organized five glorious pieces of turkey across the fresh land of cooked dough.

I eagerly awaited the show that would commence with my turkey…instead I was only allowed two pieces, placed in an unfriendly–and unappetizing manner. I didn’t correct, or ask for anything different. I let her finish my sandwich–glaring at her with my ever darkening countenance…that brown hair…those glasses…if only she had devil horns and a demons tale to warn me of what she really was.

After we had finished paying for our food, and we ran out to the car, I told my older (wise) sister Emily of the horror story and skimpy way of filling my sandwich!

“Why didn’t you ask her to add more?” she said.

…dumb…the truth was, I didn’t feel like I could really say anything, because for some reason I felt that would be rude, especially since I hadn’t made any friendly conversation with the employee since entering the restaurant. I instead, envied my sisters server, her prince.

My older (wiser) sister Emily than said. “It’s not like you not to speak up.”

WOW! It was true! I felt like I had betrayed the kind of person I was by not speaking up about something that meant a lot to me–really, food means a lot to me. And that’s when I learned that the evil brown-haired-glasses-demon-girl, was only a demon through the fact that I didn’t put any participation in the situation. When all she was in reality, was a normal girl, just like me, just doing her job.

The experience was how I made it, for the lack of not speaking up. And in short, don’t envy the other person’s prince, they’re a normal person–just like the one in front of you, with glasses, tangled brown hair, and a demon tail.

–Caroline Zina Crapse

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