It’s Incremental Guy

There’s this Subway I don’t visit often, but which is kind of my go-to if I’ve worked through lunch on deadline or something and it’s 2:30 or so when I break to eat.  I’ve almost always got it to myself at that hour, but this past Friday there was one guy who got there right before I did.

“What can I get for you?”

“Hello!  How are you this afternoon?”

(Dude.  I’m hungry.)

“Fine, and how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you!”

“Great.  What can I get you?”

“I will have a footlong…wheat…turkey, and…Black Forest ham!”

Oh, no.  It’s Incremental Guy.

Now this is not your routine inconsiderate jackass who just takes way too much time, trots 25 items through the express lane, or similar.  Oh, no.  His crimes are much more insidious.  He does one thing that’s no big deal.  Then he does another thing that’s no big deal.  Then he does another thing that’s no big deal, and you start feeling that maybe your big deal needle is moving out of the green.  It’s like he’s not plugged into the same societal gestalt the rest of us are.  You know this guy?  You’re sambaing, and he’s waltzing?  Dig?

So we get through Incremental Guy’s cheese selection in no less than 275% of the time it should have taken, and the sandwich artist asks what he wants on it.

“Let’s see…I’ll have lettuce…”

“And tomatoes…”

“And pickles…”

He does this through all nine or ten toppings.  The young lady making his sandwich was clearly capable of receiving four or five specifications at a time.

“Chips and a drink?”

“Yes, please.  Could I get the larger cup?”

Grrr.

“Oh, and could you wrap that as two sandwiches, please?”

That’s when I had this very brief but rather vivid vision of whacking him in the head with a claw hammer.

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2 thoughts on “It’s Incremental Guy”

  1. Bo, I have a confession. Other that the pleasantries at the beginning, I am incremental guy. It’s not that THEY can’t handle 4-5 instructions at once, it’s that I can’t keep it straight. Hurrah to Which Wich for giving me an order form!

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  2. No, Amanda, I don’t believe it for a second. Your left brain is much too developed for you to be what I’m talking about. Plus I’ve never felt “out of step” with you like I’m talking about here.

    It’s a fundamental disconnect, and I think you’re talking about something incidental that superficially produces one of the symptoms. If it were you in front of me, I’d immediately know the difference.

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