Ode to the Fast Food Industry which thinks of nothing but
I, quite sincere, would like to thank not the fire department, not the police department, nor the mailman for facing rain, sleet, and snow but the selfless, vigilant effort of the fast food services. Kindly they prepare food in several proportional sizes: tiny, dwarf, and smallan appreciated effort to help America watch just how much it eats. This paired with thoughtful pricing allows the consumer to decide if overeating is worth the money spent.
Then, of course much to the regret of the fast food industry, they cant manage to serve us even faster due to their employee to costumer ratio. It doesnt take a brain surgeon to figure that five employees: one to the window, one cashier, two cooks, and one oddball cant handle a crowd of twelve people and a long line at the drive-thru. These probably take care to make sure that every fry is crispy, every shake shaked, and every hamburger evenly microwaved. Instead of the waiting, hungry consumer complaining about the service, he or she should marvel at the skill needed of the sixteen-year-old cashier to know how many ways he can give sixty-two cents in changethey just dont teach you that in school. Whats a fifteen minute wait, its still fast food! No five star restaurant wouldnt have their patrons wait anything less than twenty minutes.
Will we forget all the good for mere mistakes, Channel Six news reports or even the account of your own Dear Aunt Sally? So a rat was found in a burger or a human finger found in a bowl of chililies of bored critics that swear fast food is the end of us all. Just because I broke the scale yesterday does not mean it was my fifth BigNTasty that did it. In fact, I stand here today to reward not to criticize dedicating a stamp in honor of them as well as a button any employee would proudly wear, both sporting the slogan We love our job! ( I thought the guy choking on the burger was a nice touch). Truly the industry has made the words fast food mean something that we feel deep down in our gut. So lets thank our fast food providers, and not cruelly write in the suggestion box that they shouldnt hire someone just because they can work the hours, stop putting cheese on my burger, give the manager position to someone older, those kids made fun of my hat and dont leave a bunch of high school brats in charge. Wheres our heart? The evidence is there to see that these make the world go round, I cant see myself nor anyone else last a week without waiting twenty-five minutes at the drive thru for a shake thats chocolate instead of vanilla.