  urlLink Scott 's post reminded me about a traumatic experience I had at Subway on Saturday. I've had the same Subway sandwich (6" Spicy Italian, lettuce, tomato, pickles, olives and jalepenos) since I was a freshman in high school, excluding Friday's during lent, but that probably accounts for less than five. So, imagine my horror when I went to&nbsp;a Subway in Montgomery, ordered a Spicy Italian, and the guy looked at me like I was a space alien. Subway man: Did you say Spicy Italian? Me: Yes. Six inch, please. Subway man, more confused than ever: Ummmm... do you mean Italian BMT, because I've never heard of Spicy Italian. I actually think this frightened him. He asked his manager, and he acted like I just didn't know the difference.
Manager: She must mean Italian BMT. No. I did not. I know my way around a Subway menu, thank you very much. I'm not just making up sandwiches. If there are no Spicy Italian sandwiches in Alabama, as far as I'm concerned, there might as well not even be Subways. Grrr. &nbsp; 
