Is it my imagination or have teenaged fastfood workers all been replaced by older minority women? I guess the teenaged set has all been consumed by telemarketing and hotel greeter positions, huh? I just get a horrible feeling in my gut (assumably unrelated to the garbage I'm about to send down my tongue wagging disposal) at the prospect of anyone's grandma switching out the soda syrup and picking up my wrappers.
When I took our kids to Burger King to play on the slide a little while ago, several customers lit up at our striking family. One old guy said, "That's what we need to see in these restaurants" in reference to the smiling little faces I sired that seemed to serve as his springboard into nastalgia.
An exhausted voice asked, "What would you like to order?" and then the manager (inspired by the old guy) came up and suggested, "You need to be more energetic when you're helping the customers" and then the manager smiled and his head wobbled around like it was about to completely unscrew, "WHAT would you like to ORDER?"
But it takes strength that I know I don't have for these people just to show up to work. Cut them some slack, manager. The job prospects under the golden arches or between the flame broiled buns are much worse than even what I am facing. Liberate the little brown mamas.