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Wednesday, May 1, 2013

O-N-I-O-N-S

I fear for the youth of America. During a recent trip to Subway (Eat Fresh!), I witnessed what can only be described as proof that the education system in Rhode Island needs some serious attention.
The male customer in front of me in line had ordered a few sandwiches so he requested that the sandwich artist make a notation on the wrappers so he knew which sandwich was which.
I frequent Subway and I know some locations have color coded stickers to differentiate sandwich orders. I didn't see any at this location but I didn't think this would become an issue.
Judging by the massive amount of facial hair, the sandwich artist must've been in his late teens or early twenties. He grabbed a pen and began to scribble on the paper. Then, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and said to his fellow sandwich artist, "I don't know how to spell onions".
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I'm going to let that one sit for a bit longer.
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Several questions flooded my mind. How does someone over the age of 15 not know how to spell the word "onions"? How does someone over the age of 15 who works in a sandwich shop and works with sliced vegetables all day long not know how to spell the word "onions"...or at least find a sign that has "onions" written on it? Isn't "onions" a word that you learn to spell in elementary school...like, maybe third or fourth grade? Teachers, help me out here!
I'd like to thank the teachers at my elementary school for teaching me what I needed to know...in fact, more than I need to know. You all get a gold star.

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