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I don’t know about you all, but when I was growing up, working in a fast food restaurant was one of the many ways to start a life of earning your own income, gaining a sense of responsibility in society, and not counting on your parents for money. Commercials even made it seem like it was cool to work for your local burger joint or taco shack. I’m sure we all remember Calvin - the worker that made his way from fries to management at Mickey D’s. Or if you don’t remember him, what about the King of Zamunda mopping floors at McDowell’s in Coming To America? Well anyways, times were much better back then.

Being a musician, my life can be really serene one moment and very hectic the next moment. It’s at those crazy times that I resort to eating fast food. One thing I’ve realized is that the caliber of workers aren’t the same. I’m not trying offend anyone, well, just those people that suck at their jobs. A typical episode at the drive in goes like this:

Them: Welcome to Crappy D’s Taco Shack, would you like to try a 12 piece chicken snack for 12.99? Order when ready (This is a pleasant sounding recording, nothing similar to the chick actually on the headset that’s pissed because she had to come to work today)
Me: May I have a number 1 with no tomatoes, and value sized with a Sprite

Them: So that’s a number one?

Me: Yes

Them: What kind of drink do you want?
Me: Sprite

Them: Do you want to value size that?
Me: Yes

Them: Anything else?
Me: Yeah, no tomatoes

Them: Anything else? (saying it like, hurry up cause you messing up my wait time… and she never confirms the no tomatoes, which probably means you’re going to get tomatoes anyway… which then means you can’t say anything cause then they have to fix your order and now you’ve pissed off the headset chick, the cashier and the person making the orders - Get ready for that special “spit” sauce that you never requested!!)
Me: No

Alright, so my main issue is this: Why the heck you ask me what I want when you’re just going to lead me through a series of questions that make me repeat myself? Did you not hear me or have you not been trained to jump the gun and take a whole order at one time? Or is it that those little pictures of the foods confuse you and they teach you that making me repeat myself will give you more time to find the pictures? And why do you get angry when I ask for something different that what everyone else wants? I can ask for no tomatoes until Kingdom Comes and I guarantee you 4 out of 6 times, the person whose only job is to listen to what I wants will inevitably not hear me say no tomatoes… either that or they just ignore me.

I just don’t get it. It’s not like you have to have Ph.D in Burger Fixing to get it right. Would somebody please explain this to me???