I’ve always been a fast-food fan. For decades now I’ve completely ignored the health nuts and continued with my regular enjoyment of burgers, fries, onion rings, and sodas. (I count on my regular routine of savage workouts–cycling, running, and strength work–to offset the dietary negatives.)
The pandemic turned that indulgence to 11. Suddenly I didn’t really have any other options for lunch. As an essential worker, I’ve been at my office on my normal schedule throughout the Covid craziness. Driving through and grabbing something quickly became the almost-everyday default, nearly all of it evenly spread between the McDonalds and Burger King restaurants closest to my workplace.
It’s been eight solid months now, and with very few exceptions, I’ve made a couple of visits a week to each of those outlets. In that time, I’ve received three extra straws. Just last week I got a Dr. Pepper instead of a Coke.
Those are the only errors they’ve made. Not once has there been a missing food item. I keep hoping they’ll forget my straw, so I can use one of the extras I have still sitting on my desk. That still hasn’t happened.
Early on, there were some pretty long waits in line as the stores made the transition to 100% drive-thru. Now even if the line is long, it moves ahead so fast I’m often in a rush to get my radio turned down and window open before I get to the microphone.
That’s extraordinary performance. In our callous world where fast-food jobs and the workers who fill them are often denigrated, it should be eye-opening. I’ve hammered the point that we haven’t ever valued well enough all the front-line workers like manufacturing people and truck drivers who keep us fed and clothed and such, and that this pandemic should be a wake-up call to treat them better. The same goes for all these folks who’ve gotten me my sandwiches and drinks and such day in, day out through this pandemic.
Thank you, burger-flippers! I’d be a very hungry man without you.