<human>: Can you condense the text into a few key points?

The background.

Today is my last day of work. I work in a large food and beverage factory which has surprisingly terrible food and beverages at the cafeteria. As a result, my coworkers and I often speed out on our lunch break and get some fast food near by. One such place is a famous sub sandwich shop. I have only eaten there twice because of the terrible service. Yesterday I was running late and decided to stop there out of convenience.

The infraction

I placed my order for a generic 12 inch sub and the woman behind the counter gets to work; she tosses on the meat cheese, toasts that mother, and then comes the veg. Now, I'm no sandwich artist, but I'm fairly certain I know the way things work around this establishment, I'm a seasoned vet if you will. I ask the woman to throw on some lettuce... With pitiful results. Okay fine. Lettuce is just the filler anyway. Then comes the pickles... Three of them. Doing some quick sandwich math you can see that this is insufficient by most standards. So I ask for more politely, to which I get " sir I can't just load your sub with all the free stuff you want, now please finish your order".

Da fuck. 

I quietly accept defeat and scarf down the most pitiful turkey sub that ever was.

The revenge!

So I return to the sub shop today, and low and behold, it's the same sandwich nazi that took my order last time. Even better. I proceed to order the most outlandish sub known to man: tripple meat mix, tripple cheese, chicken breasts and 12 whole strips of bacon. This thing is one for the record books. Just for shirts I tell the woman to absolutely load it with every veg in the case. Ofcourse her version of "loaded" is nowhere near mine. It comes time to pay at the register when suddenly I seem to have forgot my wallet in the car. I told her I would be right back. I wasn't.
<bot>: skimp on my pickles and throw off the whole bun-to-stuff ratio, get stuck with my unpaid subzilla.