I have been working fast food for a while now. I didn't really think much of it until my health class watched 'SUPER SIZE ME'. Ever sense then I just can't help but feel like these people are coming up to my register and paying for me to slowly kill them with temporary, little, delicious pleasures. I have a few stories to prove my point.
Gordan: This is a lovely older gent to used to come in and order the greasiest thing we had with as much bacon as we could pile on. EVERY DAY! I knew as soon as I started recognizing his face that if he keeps this up he won't last long. Sure enough he came up to my register the other day (after weeks of not seeing him) and said, "Doctor says I need to go on a diet. I nearly died of a heart attack a few weeks ago". Than he ordered a cheeseburger with bacon.
This next story is about a man named "Lamb". That's the only name he will give us and it is obviously an alias. When he first started coming he would order a Large Oreo shake once a day, everyday. I slowly watched his little addiction grow to two Large Oreo shakes a day, everyday. One of these times I must have given him the strangest look, or he started to feel guilty because he explained to me that he only slept for like 3 hours the night before and he needed the sugar for the energy. HE IS A LIAR. I think. Anyway yesterday I had enough of the guilt I felt enabling this mans addiction. When he came to order his second Shake. I looked at him, thought of gordan, and (not because we actually were, not because I was feeling lazy, but out of the goodness of my heart) I said we were out of ice cream. He said a couple of vulgarities and walked away. You're welcome sir!
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