“Every bite is pure joy.” That little tidbit of knowledge came from my
McDonalds bag today. It also informed me the reason I “get so much pleasure out
of a McDonald’s hamburger,” is because McDonalds uses 100% pure beef. It didn’t really do me any good today with my
slightly warm dried out crispy chicken sandwich, but it did make me feel better
about the last time I enjoyed a somewhat warm paper-thin slice of beef from
them. I know it sounds like I’m complaining,
but Im…(okay, my iPhone can automatically insert those stupid apostrophes
whenever I type “Im” so why can’t my computer?
My phone is now smarter than my computer.)…Where was I? Ah yes, I’m
really not complaining about the food at McDonalds. I knew what I was getting into. If I wanted real food I would have gone to a
real restaurant or made some myself.
What I wanted was to get some food without having to engage much of my
brain or get out of my car. I did get
that, almost. You see, the McDonalds I
visited to day changed the system.
It would seem I am not so good with
adjusting quickly to new systems. There
were real people outside taking orders and payment. It wasn’t so bad giving my order to a real
person. Ive…(There again, my phone is
smarter than my computer, stupid computer. Im leaving it that way just out of
spite.)…given my order to real people before.
It shouldn’t have been a big deal to give my money to a person either, I
do that all the time. What confused the
system is the person taking the money was outside, all the way outside, not
just holding an appendage out a window.
Well, when she gave me my change and said, “Have a nice day,” or
something of the sort, I thanked her and drove off. Shortly thereafter I realized even though she
was a person and was my second interaction at the drive-through, she was not,
in fact, the person who handed out the food.
The person at the window handing out the food knew this and was watching
from the little window as I pulled over, backed up, got out of my car, and went
inside to get my food. That whole system
broke down. I had to do one of the very
things I wanted to avoid. Don’t they
know the whole reason I go through the drive-through is because I want to avoid
people and physical exertion? I guess I
just need to pay more attention, especially when things start changing.
Paying attention is how I came
across the very informative messages on my McDonald’s bag. I always wondered why I got so much pleasure
out of a poor excuse for a hamburger, and now I know. We should all pay attention to the message
printed on shopping bags, receipts, and other such things because that is how
we find out what we should like, what we do like, and why we do like it. Wherever would we be without the help of the
mushy-brained kooks writing helpful message all over everything?
