Okay, I'm not going to go into all stereotypes, mostly because I don't have enough time to Google images of an Asian driving poorly and a black guy eating fried chicken, but I'm mostly going to focus on one specific stereotype. That stereotype is the one about fast food restaurant employees. I'm not saying all fast food restaurant employees, because it tends to aim at the younger kids. To be blunt, you suck at your job and it's affecting my dinner.
I'm not suggesting that everyone in the entire fast food industry is a high school drop out. I'd be willing to bet that many of their finer employees probably have a high school diploma and maybe even a college degree. Those are the ones that go on into management, or at least shift supervisory positions. I'm talking about the other ones.
First and foremost, let me acknowledge the fact that I'm eating at a fast food restaurant and maybe my hopes shouldn't be so high. I get it, it's like having a homeless dad and being mad you didn't get the new Call Of Duty for Christmas, instead, you got a box that says, "Call of Dooty" on it, and you can clearly see a piece of his poop inside. I'm not asking for anything out of the realm of possibility. In the same scenario, it would be like asking for a new shopping cart, one with a wheel that doesn't spin around and make that clattering noise when you push it.
I went to Taco Bell today for dinner, normally I don't eat out, but I'm on a job out of town and I don't have any peanut butter at home. Not having peanut butter is a game ender for me because the only thing I can make on my own is peanut butter and jelly or EZ-Mac and I don't think there is a microwave on site. It would be like if Bear Grylls didn't have any pee, he'd just go on without drinking, unless he had some fresh feces available that he could squeeze the water out of.
I ordered a Nachos Bell Grande, because I didn't want to do a lot of work and knew that I could use that as a colon cleanser. Also, I hate myself. When someone orders nachos, isn't it automatic that you should provide them a utensil? It's not like a nice restaurant where they make the nachos as individual little bites of deliciousness with evenly proportioned toppings on each chip. Are you kidding? This is Taco Bell, you're lucky if you get an even squirt of the sour cream gun that just splooges onto the chips. Sometimes I think the person making the taco doesn't even have hands, like it's a tyrannosaurus rex and they can't quite stand close enough to the line to make it, so they just have to throw the toppings from as close as they can get. Usually all the meat is one one side, the sour cream on another, and the other layers are in your wrapper somewhere. Some assembly required.
They gave me no fork, spoon, spork, or any other bastard spawn of a plastic utensil couple to eat this thing with. Okay, so I could have gotten my own? No, it was the drive through. If the first thing you do isn't put a straw, a fork, and a napkin into that bag, you should be required to consume each one of the things you forgot, every time. I get it, I forget my keys all the time, but if it were my job to hand my keys to someone through a tiny window, I think I'd keep better tabs on them. Your job is to make sure my fat ass can eat my nachos, rather, my completely empty chips, except for the middle few that are completely soaked in your perfectly scoop-shaped refried bean hill, without having to wipe my hands on my pants. Again, I'm not asking for anything outside of what you're capable of, but put as much effort into your job as you do keeping your pants up and maybe you'll get that raise you've been hoping for.
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