| Have it Your Way |
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We all go out to eat sometimes. Chances are if you're reading this, then you're American. What does that mean? It means you eat out a lot. It also means you're picky. So what does this have to do with my topic "Have it Your Way."? Everything. If you're old enough to remember it, Burger King used to have a song that went "Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce. Special orders don't upset us." and then went on to say "Have it your way at Burger King now." Nowadays every restaurant or fast food chain gives you the choice of what you want and what you don't want. Sounds great, right? Sure, but it's not. Oh no, my friends. As Americans, or perhaps just as people, we learn to take for granted our common decencies. And let me explain why. The other day I went out to eat and I ordered a whopper with everything from Burger King. Easy stuff. My sister, however, does not like everything on her burgers. So what happens? There are four possible outcomes. Number one, is it works out fine. Number two, is it doesn't come out as the special order and my sister gets annoyed. Number three, is the person taking the order gets annoyed because my sister wants too much stuff taken off. And number four is a combination of both two and three. So why am I wasting time on this? Because, the last three options should not happen. I am the type that orders something normal, grabs it, and goes. Nothing special. But people want special things sometimes. Should that matter? No. However, some people go out of their ways for it. There's nothing more annoying then going to complain that your order was messed up. If you ordered something normal, then obviously the cooks are idiots and need to be fired. If you wanted something special, it's your fault. You want to eat? Eat off of the menu. You're lucky if you get your special order correct. And so what if you don't? I don't think you have to right to get something to better suit you and then complain when it doesn't happen. Then we come on to outcome three. To the cashier: Your job is to get the orders down and then give the receipt. That's it. Other than that, nobody cares about you. You don't handle food. You don't do anything. So don't complain. I'm tired of seeing cashiers roll their eyes or something else when someone asks for something slightly harder than the press of one button. You know what cashier? You do nothing in your job. A monkey can do it. But you are being paid, so just do your job happily. Burger King allows you to have special orders. Do you job and abide by the rule with glee. What was the point of all of this? I'm not exactly too sure. But I think I served my purpose in writing it. Sometimes if you're picky, you have to deal with what you get, and sometimes if you're lazy, you may have to do a bit more extra work. So what? Fast food shouldn't matter. It's fast food! To the people that don't always get what they want: Quit being picky and eat what you're given. Either that or make your own food. To the cashier: You will never amount to anything. But chances are you don't speak English well enough to read this. And finally to the hippies: I hope you all die. Right now. Good night, folks. |