Jimmy Johns obeast About once a week I order a sandwich from Jimmy Johns to be delivered to my office.  It really is fast; one day the guy made it in 4 minutes.  Typically I wait maybe 7-10 minutes. Anyway, yesterday at work I ordered early at 11 so I could eat half the sandwich for lunch, and the rest for an early dinner before I went home.  20 minutes go by.  No big deal, maybe they're busy despite JUST opening a few minutes ago.  Finally, about 30 minutes after I ordered I felt the ground tremble and see this gigantic blob wheezing and bumbling towards me.  It's drenched in sweat and had stains all over its shirt.   My appetite was completely diminished at the thought of this (former male?) handling my food in any way, shape, or form.   I took it while still in shock, but could never bring myself to eat it and my hammy co workers took care of it for me.  (Of course, it was good shitlording to tell them why I wasn't eating).   But I don't think I'll ever order from them again and I'm really considering telling them WHY it is I won't be.  I didn't care enough to get its name, but surely they'll know who I'm talking about. Why would they hire that thing?  Freaky fast my ass.  More like freaky fat.