The last time I was at Subway there was a fly that landed in my sandwich and the worker flicked it to try and get it off my sandwich but it just rolled over into my sandwich and she looked to see if I was looking and I quickly turned my head.

Nah man, what you should have done is just kept eye contact, just the prolonged eye contact.

Now that's eating fresh!

Now that's eating fresh!

Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's so accurate.

You know, you quickly turned your head because you were ashamed that you were too much of a pussy to say anything about that fly in your sandwich. I bet you even paid for it. And ate that fly. Well, let me tell you something. If you're eating Subway, there's a lot worse things you're eating other than fly guts. And that's the truth, my man. That's just how it works.

Now that's the subway!

That's the subway way for you.

Personally, if I were you, I would have climbed over the counter, took my shoes off, took my socks off, slapped her in the face with my socks, shoved it down her throat, put my feet in her face and my toes in her nose, and that's it.