The other day, I was patiently waiting in line at a fast-food type establishment for my lunch. Without a book or my iPod, I was left to do what comes most naturally to me: eavesdrop.
(This is also, by the way, one of the character traits my new boss admires most in me. Go figure. Maybe I died and went to heaven?)
While I was waiting for my diet coke and french fries (oh god I love you french fries, forbidden food that you are), I overheard an angry young man and his girlfriend harassing the order dude about the prices of the menu items.
Seriously, Angry Young Man, do you really think that the fifteen-year-old boy behind the counter wearing his jaunty little paper hat and a nametag has ANYTHING to do with the pricing of the Chicken Caesar Salad at this INTERNATIONAL fast-food chain?
And furthermore, if he did, do you really think that bullying him is going to get you anywhere? The poor kid probably gets jammed into enough lockers for smelling like fry grease 24/7. TRUST ME. BEEN THERE. That smell is nearly impossible to shampoo out. You practically need to grow out of it. Like puberty.
Or a bad perm.
God forbid you hit all three at once.
So, Angry Young Man, lay off the poor pubescent fry kid. I know our culture has developed into a horrible monster of I SHALL GET WHAT I WANT NOW, lest I complain frantically about it forever, and ye shall give to me free things because I opened my yap! but lay off the people who work hard to give you what you want, and can't do anything to change the pricing. Use your brain. For once.