- Any normal person would've probably been like,
"I'm so sorry, please throw that out," nope.
(quirky music)
- Hi, my name is Jonathan David Maynard.
I worked at Subway for six months,
and these are my horror stories.
This is my personal favorite story.
I love this story.
So it was a normal evening, as usual.
Everything's done, I'm almost out of the door.
We get done closing, I'm sweeping, patio sweeping,
and wiping down all the tables like I'm supposed to do.
It's a beautiful night.
Looks like I'm gonna get home early folks.
I go outside, and I'm changing the trash, right?
And then there's this lady, she comes,
she got like half a mouth of teeth,
and then she comes up and she got this really raspy voice.
She's like, "Hey, hey, let me get in there.
"Let me get in there."
And I'm like, "Ma'am, no, what are you doing?"
She's like, "Hey, I left my stuff in there.
"Let me get in the trash, let me get in the trash."
And I'm like, "Ma'am," what I told her was,
"Whatever's in there, it's not in there no more."
But, what I really wanted to tell her was,
"Get your (beep), and get the (beep) out."
(laughing) That's what I wanted to tell her, right?
And I'm like, "Ma'am I'm sorry, but you have to leave."
And then she was like, "Oh, oh, nah, you tryin' to try me.
"You tryin' to try me."
And I'm like, "Ma'am, no I'm not.
"I'm not trying to try you,
"but ma'am you just have to leave, we're about to close."
And then she was like, "No, no, you know what I got for you?
"You know what I think of this place?"
She had denim shorts on,
I kid you not, she had denim shorts on,
and she ain't have no drawers on.
Bro, she literally hiked the denim shorts up her ass.
Bro, I got denim on right now.
You can't even pull this man!
It was just so bad.
She hiked the denim shorts up her ass
and made a thong into it.
And I just seen this big-ass brown ass cheeks
just fall out the damn shorts.
And then she was like, "You know what I think of you?"
Just started swan time bombin' her ass on all the tables
that I just got done wipin'.
She just went, "Uh huh, you like that?
(grunting) "You like that?"
On all the goddamn tables.
So I'm just like, "All right ma'am.
(sighs) "Ma'am, you're really gonna have to leave now.
"I'ma call the police," you know what I'm sayin'?
"I'ma call LAPD."
And then she was like, "Oh, I don't care about 12."
And she threw her set up, and she was like,
"Come on, let's go, let's go,"
and I was like, "All right, all right,
"I'ma give it to you, you want some?"
And then she was like, "Yeah, let's go,"
and I was like, "All right."
So I ran inside and I locked the door and I called the cops.
That's what I did.
And she got mad, she started bangin' on the window,
spittin' on it and stuff.
I was like, "Hey man, you know what, it is what it is."
Like, I'm not fixin' to go out there and fight no man,
I mean no woman, sorry.
- Hi, my name is Nick Thur.
I worked at Subway for a whopping week,
and this is why.
So, typical day at Subway,
as far as I knew for being there for a week,
you'd come in, set everything up,
get behind the cash register, make sure that's all good.
Making a sandwich was pretty cut and dry, no pun intended.
You'd literally set out the bread, get their order,
it's very clean, I would say, behind the sneeze bar.
You'll see where I'm going with this.
The horror to imagine.
I can't believe you're making me relive this.
A woman came in, ordered,
God I don't even remember what kinda sub it was,
but it was a sub, obviously, Subway.
I take out the bread,
I cut it at a attempted 45-degree angle,
begin layering what she wanted.
She's very persistent, in a hurry, wanting to get me going,
but she's also a little pushy and a little in my face.
We get to the veggie portion, which is almost near the end,
I've already got my meat and my cheeses,
all that, all the goodies.
We start doing the veggies, and she's very,
this woman's getting uncomfortably close.
She's grabbing the guard
to kinda like point out what she wants.
And I'm like, all right, I've seen this before.
She's a little nosy, doesn't know personal space.
I let it go.
She starts scooting closer.
I'm like, "Put your glasses on or something lady.
"This is getting uncomfortable.
"You are honestly like real close," like it was bad.
I think maybe a little bit of salt or pepper was in the air,
I don't know.
She, she sneezes, on me.
I don't know if you guys remember this,
the fans that had the water bottle
where it was like a spray mist.
I felt like I was at a water park.
But because she was hovering over the glass so far,
it was also all over her sandwich.
Any normal person would've probably been like,
"I'm so sorry, please throw that out."
Nope, not even a wince, she continues picking out her order,
as I'm about to throw up on myself.
I did what any good Subway employee would do,
and I finished making the sandwich.
That was my last day.
- Hi, my name is Masyn Luck.
I worked at Subway for two months,
and this is my horror story.
So, I started working at Subway when I was 18 years old.
It was my first job,
and I was finally gonna be making some of my own money,
and not having to ask my parents.
I was working weekends first at Subway, which was fine,
'cause it was the start of the day,
you usually get your normal customers.
But since I had to do classes, I also decided,
after school I would take on some night shifts.
That was a terrible idea.
So, (chuckles) I go into my first night shift.
It's around closing time, and my coworker,
who had been working at the Subway for five years,
and she was getting her keys,
she was about to lock the door,
and before she could even get to the door, two men walk in.
My coworker tells them,
"We actually can't have you in right now
"because we're trying to lock up,
"and we've already got food packed away,
"and we're gonna be going home."
And so, the guys are like, "No, no, no.
"Please let us just order a sandwich.
"We'll do it really quick,
"and we'll pay for it and be outta your hair in no time."
Now mind you, I was already a little skeptical,
because, (chuckles) these guys were huge guys.
Not trying to pre-judge, but I already was feeling uneasy.
And so, we finished making their sandwiches,
they pay, we put everything in a to-go bag
so they can head out,
and instead of leaving like they had said they would,
they sit at a table right across from the register,
and unwrap their food and start eating.
Me and my coworker are looking at each other,
and we're just kind of like, "Why aren't these guys leaving?
"What are we supposed to do?"
Since she had more experience,
and I expected that she would be the first
to kinda jump in and tell the guys they need to go,
but instead, she looked at me, and she goes,
"Okay, you need to go tell those guys
"that they need to leave."
I'm like five foot one at the time.
I weigh like a buck, maybe like a buck two,
(chuckling) and I'm like, "You want me to tell these guys,
"who are towering over me, that they need to leave?"
So I'm like, okay, what's the worst that could happen?
It got worse.
I go over to their table,
and I'm like, "Hey, I'm really sorry.
"I hate to be the one to tell you,
"but I'm really gonna have to ask you guys to leave."
And they looked at me
like as if I had just punched their grandma.
And they just started yelling, and getting very loud,
and they were like, "How are you gonna tell us to leave?
"What, are you gonna make us leave?
"You can't do anything to us.
"We're gonna stay here
"and we're gonna finish eating our food,
"and you're gonna stay here until we're done."
And at that point, I was like,
okay, this could get very violent very fast.
So, I go back over to my coworker,
and she hears the whole commotion,
and I tell her like, "Well what should we do?
"Should we call the manager?"
And so, she's like,
"Well, I don't wanna bother the manager with this.
"I will call the police."
And then she's like, "Go tell them
"that we're gonna call the police."
So me, being naive, I was just like,
okay, I'm gonna go tell them
and then they're gonna feel threatened and run out the door.
They weren't threatened at all,
and in fact, it made them even more upset.
They continue to yell at me and tell me like,
"If you're gonna call the police,
"you're gonna have another problem."
I run back to my coworker, who's now in the kitchen,
completely avoiding this whole confrontation
and leaving me to deal with it.
So I go to my coworker, like,
"Hey, so what did the police say?
"How long is it gonna take them to get here?"
And she goes, "Oh, I didn't call the police."
And I'm just sitting there like, okay,
I guess we're gonna get murdered in a Subway tonight.
This is how I die.
So we're in the back
just wondering when these guys are gonna leave,
and we're, at this point, we're thinking
we're gonna end up spending the night here.
I think like 20 or 30 minutes pass.
Finally I hear from the front, the door open,
and it was just like such a relief
to just know that they were finally leaving.
And I was so upset with the whole situation.
And I was young, and I was just like,
I don't have to deal with this.
I could just keep asking my parents for money again.
(chuckles)
Literally the next day, I called, I was like,
"I am not coming back here.
"I'm never coming back.
"I'm never making another sandwich."
And to this day, every time a friend is just like,
"Yeah, let's go get Subway, let's go eat at Subway,"
and I walk in that door,
(sighs) just the smell of that bread baking,
and just everything in there just haunts me to this day,
which is so sad, 'cause all I ever wanted was a sandwich,
and instead I get trauma.
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