My visit to Subway

I don't go outside very often. Nevertheless I felt an unusual sense of confidence when I left the house. I was determined. Determined to go to Subway. As I approached the facility my anxiety sprung. What was behind those doors? My instinct was to run away as fast as I could, and looking back on it that would've   been for the best. With a stale face I enter and make my way towards the counter. The girl behind it stares at me with dull eyes. Now you have to understand I have never done this before. I have no idea how I'm supposed to order a sandwich. With an annoyed and rushed tone she asks me which sub I want. I had envisaged myself to talk with a low and calm voice. I tried, but no words came out. With shaking arm I point to an arbitrary sandwich on a menu behind her. With a gaze of confusion, she asks me if I want the "Veggie Delite". Although that is the last sandwich I wanted, I have no other option but to go with it. I nod my head. A wave of serenity flows over me. "I did it. I ordered a sandwich at subway." I thought to myself. Little did I know what atrocities were waiting for me. "What do you want on your sub?". My eyes widen. There is a silence. Realizing that I have to speak up, I  strain my voice beyond a point I thought was possible. With the highest pitch I ever produced I say: "W-what?". As she hears my voice she tries her best not to laugh, but the corners of her mouth betray her. "Which ingredients do you want on your sandwich?", She asks me while trying to contain her laughter. "A-all of t-them." I say  with my voice cracking every syllable. You see, I thought that "All of them" meant all the ingredients preset for the veggie delite. People around me are now chuckling. I pretend I don't hear them. The girl starts to make the sandwich as I'm staring at her frozen at the desk. Seconds feel like hours. When she's done, she returns to me with a monstrosity. "That will be $16,49". The price would've stunned me if it weren't​ for the fact that I would've paid 10 times that amount to be out of this situation. I drop a bill of 20 on the counter and lunge for the bag containing my sandwich. With tears in my eyes I run to the exit. As I leave I hear a deafening laughter. The sandwich tasted like shit.