Jimmy Johns

For those of you who know me well, know that I love Jimmy Johns. I feel like I truly came alive the first time I had a Jimmy Johns sandwich. They were everything I wanted in a sandwich place. Cool shirts, fun signs on the wall, good music, nice atmosphere, great bread, good options, fun stuff on their sandwiches, catchy jingles . . . man I had found my restaurant. This love affair has gone on for a long time. I don't know that there were very many weeks that went by that I didn't have one of their sandwiches. It was hard to get one sometimes because all the stores were far from my house. A few months ago they opened one closer, and I knew that I was going to have to go on some 12 step program to keep myself from going there everyday. I realized last night that I hadn't been to Jimmy Johns in about a month. This greatly disturbed me, so I set out to fix that situation. I visited the one on Olive . . . MISTAKE #1. They weren't too busy, but busy enough for a line. When it was my turn they informed me that they didn't have any of their French bread left (the best kind) and if I wanted a sandwich I needed to have it on wheat bread. I really wanted my Jimmy Johns fix so I reluctantly agreed . . . MISTAKE #2. They had a few sandwiches to make before mine so I sat down and read a paper . . . MISTAKE #3. After the last person before me got their sandwich the guys behind the counter started dispersing. I went and stood at the counter. THEY FORGOT TO MAKE MY SANDWICH! You know the one I wanted even though it was on the wrong bread. So they finally made it after I stood there and stared at them, burning holes into their skulls with all the anger I could muster without looking angry (its this thing I do, don't ask). I started to eat my sandwich . . . it had no cheese on it. The one ingredient I asked for extra on the sandwich. I decided not to press my luck and eat on. Well I should have gone back to get cheese, because I just couldn't get it all down. The place was a mess, they didn't have my bread, and they didn't care. At Jimmy Johns you are SUPPOSE TO CARE! So, my love affair might be over. I should have left when I knew they didn't have my bread, but after driving all that way for a sandwich, how could I turn my back on it?