The Italian Club Sandwich

My friend Wes is a suave stud. For about half a year, Wes has been working in the food service industry. At first, the job seemed fairly nice, especially with the perk of free food. Over time, however, the business became restrictive, forbidding any snacking, going as far as installing cameras to monitor the workers closely.

Frustrated, he walked into work recently and told everyone including the owner that he was going to quit if anyone ordered an Italian Club Sandwich. Though no one took him seriously, five hours later when a customer finally ordered an Italian Club Sandwich, he promptly walked out. He didn't make the sandwich or say a word, he simply wrote a note that said, "I told you so" and left.

Swoon.

Perhaps more amusing was that Wes had left RJ a message from work earlier in the day, so when RJ called back twenty minutes after Wes quit, the owner could only stammer, "He... he left."

And he's not going back.