a response to update

After reading this post it came to my attention that upon my last visit to Wendy's a similar problem came about. But with that said, these same problems occur constantly at every fast food establishment in the entire world. Between McDonald's, Wendy's, Harvey's, Arby's, Burger King, Taco Bell, Dairy Queen and any of those sick filthy fast food joints I've forgotten, I can barely remember the last time I got good service. And I'm not looking for service with a smile, or a guarantee that no one is spitting in my fries; Alls I'm looking for is a little common sense. I mean seriously, I never make a big deal about it at the time, but every time I come home with a fucking spoon for my baked potato or a banquet burger with no cheese I get one step closer to formal complaint. Granted once I eat the sugar laden fast food meal I quickly forget all about complaining, and instead fall into a trance like state of fast food delirium. AHHHH the sweet satisfaction of sugar and salt clogging my vital arteries. leading my favourite symptons, say it with me now "Nausea, Heartburn, Indigestion, Upset Stomach, Diarhea, hey Pepto Biz- is that Chajes's mom?" No!! its not my fucking mom!! Anywayz... back to the real problem, the source of all this controversy, those burger flipping, chicken grilling, grease slinging, pop drinking, bacon frying executive assholes at the Multinational Fast Food Corporations that employ dudes who are too stupid to remember their names so they get it tattooed on their arm or neck. It is this lack of discrimination in job placement that perpetuates shitty service and the incoherent thought process that leads to me getting croutons instead of peanuts with my ice cream.

In summation the fast food industry has seriously lowered the bar when it comes to service, and the next time someone messes up your order, dont get mad, upset, or irritated, get even by messin with their heads. Simply stop and consider the fact that there is a reason that this specific person is working the McDonald's drive-through at 3:30 AM and its not cause they enjoy the clientèle. So next time, instead of complaining, read the persons name off their neck or name tag, and strike up a conversation... ask them about their respective opinion on multinational corporations who marginalize their workers through systemic oppression. And when the person stands in silence with a bewildered look of confusion on their face, you can drive away happy knowing that you successfully brain fucked them.