Food Poisoning
When Cathy flew back from Panamá, the airline starved her. She was trying to lose weight, but to go in excess of 14 hours with just one small package of pretzels is ridiculous. Due to airline foulups, when she reached Miami she had to sprint from the International Terminal to the Domestic Terminal (in her high heels) with only 22 minutes left of what was supposed to have been a four hour layover, making it impossible to pick up a snack between flights. She vowed she'll never fly American Airlines again.
She left last night, by Delta, for a Panama Canal Reunion in Orlando, Florida. With memories of near starvation still fresh in her mind, she decided to carry a sandwich to the airport. We stopped at the local Subway and we each ordered the Italian BMT, varying our two sandwiches only in the veggies added to them. There are many vegetables I have to avoid and a few I can eat that Cathy doesn't like, so the vegetables on our two sandwiches were completely different. Only the meat, cheese and bread were the same.
I dropped Cathy at the airport about 90 minutes ahead of her scheduled flight time, but the airline pushed the flight back an additional 15 minutes, giving her plenty of time to eat her entire sandwich while waiting. I returned home and ate mine with Rocky sitting in front of me, staring at me, not because he was hungry but because Cathy had vanished again.
At 2:00 this morning I was wakened with an urgent need to visit the bathroom, a need that was to be repeated through the night and well into the morning. When Cathy eventually called, at 11:00, to report that she and her luggage had arrived safely at her destination and that all was well, I mentioned my gut problem. She told me she had been visited by similar upsets during the morning hours.
That and the timing, a little over three hours from consumption to symptoms, led me to believe the problem was food poisoning.
Cathy had asked me to drop her car off for servicing while she was gone, so I stopped at Subway on my way to the dealership to report the problem. While making it very clear that I didn't blame them and that I had been pleased by the steps they had been taking to produce a healthy product, I warned them that there was a distinct possibility that some of the meat products they were using were contaminated.
I never got angry. I never raised my voice. I went out of my way to be helpful and friendly.
I got results.
Comments (3)
What were the results? A free meal?
I am sure Subway appreciated being told that they had bad meat. The next person probably would have come in shouting lawsuit and the department of health is probably not too keen on spreading foodborne illness either.
I am sorry you were ill.
ugh, i so hear you. sean and i got food poisoned last year.(it was a miserable couple days) recently when we went to subway, though, i noticed the topping s and meat were not in the normal covered deals. and this was the slow time in the afternoon. it's very scarey.you'd think the workers would notice that if it looks or smells like something they wouldn't eat....don't use it.
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