I was on a road trip once and stopped into a fast food place to eat. Normally I wouldn't even think of what I was eating, just a weight to fill the emptiness in my stomach. But, this was a small town and these people took this crap seriously. The only places to work in this pinhole on a map were this drive thru sponsored food stop or the abandon grain silo. And I hear the silo doesn't have any openings. Since it being abandoned and such. Maybe you could fight a raccoon for a stale half eaten corn nibbled and a hand full of cold fries blown in from the chain restaurant across the field. So getting an job where they make you wear a orange, yellow and black pants suit in this town was like getting vice chair at IBM.
This "restaurant" was like the store in the franchise that made the stuff that they have pictures of in corporate broshers. The only time they make it this good in the shittier inner city version is when the district manager comes to visit and is standing over the polyester employees shoulders.Not that food flavored substance that they make that is usually smashed and wadded up in cheap ass butcher paper and then stepped on by an elephant under a heat lamp fuel by the light bulb from a broken Easy Bake Over
(insert registered trademark..HERE!).
It was the immaculate sandwich!
Be Cool tip of the day
do your job like you give a crap. I think that one was just for me.
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