I recently had what may be the best fast-food experience of my life. So, I have a habit of going to
a certain chain of 24-hr. mexican food restaurants that we'll refer to as D.T. because I wouldn't want to use their name without
permission. And at the drive-up window with the intercom system that sucks I encountered a girl who could do her job very,
very, very well.(I say girl because I believe in Bette Midler's interpretation of the word woman - it sounds like someone
with a mustache) I'd like to send her flowers and chocolates, but I didn't catch her name. She got the order right the first
time and she was quick. I pulled away and sat in my car for a moment - stunned. To whoever she was, thank you! Thank you so
much! I got my chicken soft tacos without anyone needing Congressional approval or anything. Thank you! Thank you!
Then I got to thinking how much I should admire people who work in the fast food industry and are good
at their jobs. I couldn't do it, so they deserve my admiration and respect. I can imagine working the drive-up window at night
at this certain restaurant. Instead of the hurried, usually garbled and incomprehensible "Hi. Welcome to D.T. This is whoeveriam.
It'll be just a minute." (Yes, I've been there that much - I can decipher the intercom garble.) My version would turn out
something like, "Hi. D.T. Caran. Sit there." And God forbid I have to work actually face-to-face with people. "You want what?
Oh, I'm sorry, that's not on our menu, you're apparently too stupid to eat here. Next!"
Ah, but anyway. For all of you who do work fast food, try to be competent like the nice blonde-haired
D.T. girl. Try to think about what you're doing, because for all the other fast food restaurants I go to, it's like doing
heart surgery to get fries, either because of the language differences or because I got a trainee or someone whose badge *should*
say trainee. Often it says manager. Kinda makes you wonder, eh?
