This girl at subway is really cute, I always get nervous when I order there. Today I really wanted a big philly cheesesteak sandwhich so I decided to go to a different subway. Because I live near a mall theres like a subway every couple of blocks so it wasn't a big deal. I walk in and to my horror, not only is the girl here just as hot, the whole line is fille with HOT girls. I'm one of those shy, awkward guys who isn't smooth. Socially awkward.
Anyways the whole time in line I'm uncomfortable and trying my hardest not to check these girls out. Its causing me to get really hot because I'm standing so still. When its my turn to order I start to studder and I can feel my cheeks getting redder and redder. I forgot my order and after a few seconds of looking braindead I decide to pretend I'm high so I start laughing. I must've looked crazy or mental because the checkout lady was looking at me in shock. At this point I just order what the previous person ordered and answered "yes" to everything as far as options went.
I get up to the checkout and I get the feeling shes afraid of me so I just keep my head down. Now, my card is a couple years old and worn out a little. It even has some cracks, making it difficult to scan through the little thingy. She swipes it a few times and it doesn't work. I'm now panicking that in front of all these girls, the hottest girls in my town, shes going to tell me my card is declined and I'll have to do the walk of shame. She starts swiping it faster and faster, and I'm not sure what exactly happened but the card suddenly shattered. I guess the crack on the side (which has been known to get stuck on my wallet lip) caught the edge of the swiper groove. I'm in full panick mode now, even though it wasn't my fault. I check my pockets for cash which I only had about $9 and some change. She accepts it so I grab my stuff and beeline to the door.
On my way out the door I realize that I got a discounted sandwhich and didnt tip. Ultimate Jerk. I'm so embarassed and bothered that I dont even pay attention to the double doors. The kind that has 1 unlocked and the other, for some f*****g reason is locked with a little arrow drawn on a piece of paper showing which door to use. Naturally, I go towards the right door and without breaking stride I push, relieved that this awkward situation is over and I can go home and cry. OF COURSE I PICK THE WRONG DOOR. Not only do I kiss the glass, my bag of chips explodes, making a loud "POP" and causing some girls in the room to scream. To make the situation even worse, the doors have bells on them so yea it was just a clusterf**k of FML. I'm so done at this point that I just run.
Apparently the "POP" was loud enough to attract the attention of the cop standing outside, and the screams + me running out of the door in a paniced state didn't help the situation because he tackles me into the wall. At the time, I didnt know it was a cop, and I've never been into a fight so I was terrified. Needless to say, I urinated all over myself.
Out of everything that happened, the worst part was having to explain to the cop what happened as he patted me down, and pulling out my piss drenched receipt to show I didnt steal anything. All of this happened over the course of just a few minutes. In the end, I payed $9 to get beat up, humiliated, a broken card, and piss myself. I couldn't even eat my sandwich.
Never going to subway again.