I went to Subway to grab a quick bite to eat for lunch and was disappointed when my sandwich was not prepared to my liking. I told the lady working that I wanted oil, vinegar, and pepper. She added the oil and vinegar, but before adding pepper, she added salt. I hate the addition to salt on food. I can’t imagine why anyone would want salt on food. I think of the scripture in Matthew 5:13 and wonder how salt ever had any good savour? As far as I am concerned, it should all “be cast out” and “trodden under foot of men.” Of course, salt had a different value (or meaning) in Matthew 5:13, but ironically this saying describes my feelings concerning the value of salt on food.
I immediately pointed out that I did not request salt. She said she was sorry and that she could remake the completed sandwich if I desired. My mind instantly considered that the foot long sandwich would be thrown out. I know food is wasted in many eating locations each day, as well in most American households, but I felt disgust to see a whole sandwich be remade because I did not like salt on it. Am I selfish for not wanting the salt? Yet, I am paying for this sandwich so shouldn’t it meet my expectations?
I accepted the sandwich with disappointment. As I drove home, I became more annoyed at the situation. I did have the opportunity to have the sandwich remade, so my regret was my own choice. Why didn’t I demand it to be reproduced?
I questioned my boldness to hold the lady accountable for her misdeed. I just wanted events to transpire correctly. I didn’t want to make disharmony over something as small as how a sandwich is made. Conversely, why care that she might find unhappiness in her failure to listen to my instructions?
Even though unease always exists in demanding accountability, I don’t think that was the whole cause of my complacency. As previously explained, I was also irritated that the mistake would cause a good sandwich to be thrown away. Additionally, I had an inner desire to bear another’s burden by patiently accepting this unfortunate outcome. But, by the time I got home, I realized that notwithstanding my altruistic intentions and unrealistic hope for a perfect world, I was not happy with my sandwich and should have demanded better. At least that is what I believed as I tasted the salty tainted flavor of my lunch.