Cashiers / Laundry

It drives me absolutely bonkers when I ask for change in looneys and the cashier looks at me like I'm insane. Today, I had to get change for laundry. Our machine, like many machines in buildings, only takes looneys and quarters. I figured, "where better to get looneys in change than DOLLARAMA?"

But no! In fact, I went to the dollarama, and bought a couple things just so that the cashier doesn't have to give me $19 in change (I had taken out a $20 for this whole endeavor). So I hand her the bill and ask for AS MANY LOONEYS as possible. Not even ALL LOONEYS, and she looks at me like I just asked for her first born child. She says, "ugh! all this???!?!" and I replied, "Yes, I'm sorry, it's for my laundry machine." She works at a DOLLAR STORE! Her cash register is FULL of fucking looneys! THAT's why I went there, and she looks SO put out. I will enumerate the reasons this pissed me off:

1) It's for the laundry machine, and I specifically told her that. That's why I was getting change. It's not like I just like to have the change pocket in my wallet full of heavy coins.
2) It's the DOLLAR store. DOLLARS. That's what I want! That's why I went there. To get DOLLARS! THAT's why I didn't go to the depanneur or some other store that doesn't deal primarily with dollars.
3) She's a cashier! What's the big fucking deal??! Don't give me a $10 bill, just give me 10 X $1.00. It'll take you all of an extra 2 seconds, and it's your JOB you idiot. You give change for a living.
4) Okay, so maybe it's slightly annoying, but it's totally rude to make me feel bad for asking for specific change. I left the dollar store apologizing and feeling shamed that I had to get change like that. What gives her the right to make me feel that way?

Subway employees who can't make sandwiches properly

It's really not a hard job. You cut the bread, you put the cheese and the meat, and then you put some veggies and a line of sauce. The complexity level is on par with building a LEGO car from the instructions.

So what is it with these Subway employees who turn my 6-inch grilled chicken sub into a 3-car pileup? Sure, I know there's a line behind me and they're in a rush, but is it really more stressful to make a neat line of 2 tomatoes than to furiously throw them at the sandwich like a hot potato? And if one of these mutated chromosomes in a hairnet actually manages to put my veggies on properly, watching them try and close my sandwich and cut it in half is like watching George Bush do a Rubix cube. Blindfolded. In space.

But what amazes me most is that no matter how much they destroy my sandwich while making it, they never seem to have trouble wrapping it up. They're like Sub-wrapping idiot-savants.