First Greenland, and now Quizno's

I reached out to Greenland in friendship, and they slapped my hand away. I'm done with them. They don't want to visit my blog--fine. Be that way.

I have a new mission. I am determined to get reparations from Quizno's. I was wronged, and I demand satisfaction.

I guess you could say



This Means War!!!!!

What, you may ponder, has turned me from my usual slightly crotchety self into a seething mass of anger and day old chicken lips?

Quiznos. Grrrrrr.

Last week, the Crotchety Old Lady decided to stop at Quiznos to pick up lunch for us. Yes, the home of the "more meat" subs. That was their advertising for years.

I chose the turkey, and she went with a salad because she likes to watch her girlish figure.

I only wanted tomatoes on mine, so it should have been no problem.

I received a sandwich whose filling could be called, at best, turkeyish. Couple that with a few paper thin slices of tomato, and you had my lunch. Ok, it was cheap, as they are trying to compete with the Eat Fresh folks at Subway. But the only way they could have given me less meat would have been to just rub turkey on the bread.

"More meat?" Than what, a bread and mayo sandwich? I guess it had more than that. But barely. And now, I'm just slightly annoyed rather than my usual mellow self. Stop snickering.

Anyway, the Mrs. gave me the receipt and asked me to call Quizno's and register a complaint as the check has a phone number right on it to speak to a friendly Quizno's customer service rep to let them know "How we are doing."

It also offered a website, but I know those things are annoying, especially since I was in the mood to yell, and typing really hard doesn't matter.

I dialed the number, and it said I had to dial a different number. Usually during these messages, I get distracted by something shiny and just robotically dial the number to get the super secret Quizno's number to complain. But today, I was on top of my game, so I heard the entire message. It costs $5.49 to get the super secret number.

So, in essence, it would cost more to complain about my crappy sub than the crappy sub cost to begin with.

I then went the online route, and took about 10 minutes to tell them about the crappy sub that took less than 10 minutes to eat. And because they slyly word the responses by the end I was nearly apologizing to Quizno's for their mediocre sandwich. Bastages.

I left my number and asked to be called back. I'm going to demand full reparations. I want a free sandwich for all my readers, a full apology, and



I'm watching you Quizno's.

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