Eric Raskins is a 22-year-old disgruntled worker at a local Subway chain in New York city. Even at the mention of work, he scoffs saying, “My official title is ‘Sandwich Artist’. Sandwich is a noun. It should never be used as an adjective. Even the title is b*******.”
Raskins, a senior English major at NYU, becomes quite frustrated at the stringent policies of the sandwich chain. A self-proclaimed rebel, he consistently finds little ways to break the company’s rules. His most common rebellion is refusing to change little plastic gloves between sandwich creations.
Raskins admits that this is small act is not exactly inciting a revolution, but he claims he really needs the job to help pay off his student loans, so he doesn’t want to do anything too rash.
By keeping the same old gloves on for three or four sandwiches in a row, he relishes in the fact that each new customer thinks he has on a clean pair of gloves. When, in fact, the gloves have already been pretty well used by the time the third person gets in line.
During particularly rebellious moods, he even leaves the gloves on while ringing up and exchanging money with the customer. And then-without changing gloves, of course-begins sandwich artistry with the next customer in line.
For Raskins, he really loves the idea that there are many vegetarians who have little traces of meat on their sandwich thanks to the unchanged gloves.
Much like a restaurant that cooks their meat on the same surface as the vegetable options for non-meat eaters, Raskins doesn’t seem to care at all the repercussions of his actions. “Maybe they’ll end up liking meat if they just get over it and try it,” he says, adding “Tree-hugging hippies.”
When informed that oftentimes traces of meat, when ingested by those who choose not to put meat into their bodies, can have really dramatic repercussions like indigestion, stomach aches, headaches, cramps and bowel problems, Raskins simply smiles and says, “Well, maybe I am starting a revolution after all. In some poor shmuck’s small intestine.”