It's 1AM and I decided I wanted a milkshake. So there's a McDonald's near my house. I'm greeted at the drive thru by the following sentence:
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"Hey holy shit hello, you are at McDonald's, and I am begging your patience."
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
There are no other cars here, by the way. I'm caught off guard so I mumble "Um, ok you can have it."
The voice comes back:
"Praise you."— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
So I sit for a minute, then he finally returns and says "please tell me your order"
So I say "milkshake"
I don't know why that's all I said— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"I'll need a minute", he replies. I realize I did not describe my desired milkshake in any way so I yell "I need to tell you what kind."
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
He is gone for several minutes. When he returns he says flatly "we aren't going to be able to do the milkshake. I do have many apple pies."
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
Do not ask me why I did this but the next words out of my mouth were
"Are you ok"
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"I am not ok. Would you please tell me your order so I can try to punch it in? I will be very slow, but I will get it."
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
My chicken sandwich order confuses him. Several minutes are spent repeating what I want on it, watching the screen as he tries over and over
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
At one point I guess he gave up because the screen just went black for a while.
I hear a deep exhale.
"Dude I lost my wife".
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"I'm sorry, man, I-"
"Please describe your chicken sandwich to me again so I can succeed at one thing."
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
Anyway he finally gets it and then says "I really do feel bad about the milkshake situation. Can I sell you an apple pie?"
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"Fine. I will buy an apple pie."
"Apple pies are cheaper than milkshakes anyway."
"Ok, thanks"
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
Then there is a weird series of beeps and when his voice comes back in he is fucking SCREAMING into his headset:
"I FOUND HER! THANK GOD!"— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"What? Who did you find?"
"MY WIFE. SHE WAS WATCHING ME FROM BEHIND THE BOXES!"
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
At this point I have ordered a chicken sandwich I do not want and an apple pie I do not want and no milkshake and I've been here 22 minutes
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"Can you give me my total" I say because honestly I don't know if I want to understand his marriage or if I even could and I just want to go
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
So he says "your total is 8 HOLD ON my wife is here and she wants me to tell you she will sell you 2 apple pies at a discount"
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"What is the discount?"
"2 apple pies for only 2 dollars. You should take it."
(Note: One apple pie is $1.19)
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
"Give me the extra pie"
"She says thank you"
"Tell her I said no problem"
Why am I talking to his wife like this why
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
I pull around and they are fucking making out in the window and he has his thumb out like he is aware I will be driving up to this
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
Both of these people are in their mid-40s
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
They unstick themselves from one another and I hand him my card "sorry about this. I haven't worked at McDonald's in 16 years" he says
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
I say "it's fine" to which he says "FINE just stands for FUCKED UP, INSECURE, NEUROTIC, and ERROR-PRONE"
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
His wife cackles and says "I knew that when I was 13, get with it, man!"
I have been here 37 minutes.
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
I am then treated to a story about how they met at a McDonald's that is very short and is really only "we met at McDonald's in 1993"
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
So listen I get my card and drive ahead to the next window and THERE IS A WHOLE SEPARATE FUCKING HUMAN AT THAT WINDOW
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
He hands me my bag, leans out the window and says "you get to drive away" then promptly shuts the window and sits on a stool, head in hands
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
My chicken sandwich was wrong, by the way
— Josh Raby (@JoshRaby) April 11, 2016
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Three thoughts:
1. I am a suspicious wench and I admit had I been the person in the car, I probably would have called the cops early in the interaction, assuming that the nutso guy in the window was actually a robber or worse. Because the first few sentences from the guy seem really hinky.
2. Yay, $15 an hour minimum wage! (/sarc) (And that guy’s poor co-worker.)
3. If I want a milkshake, I don’t want a damned chicken sandwich OR an apple pie. Or both. If the milkshake machine was broken or the dude was too stoned to operate it, I would have just driven off and, I don’t know, found another fast food place, I guess.
My first thought as I was reading it was that there were drugs involved. Maybe an acid trip. My heart sank on the “Lost my wife” part, but then read on and … man. People.
Yeah, I had exactly the same reaction to “lost my wife” but when he was like “Found her! She was behind some boxes!” I was “Can’t tell if person is very childish or if drugs were involved.”
I know you were just joking and I’m probably just tone trolling or being overly sensitive, but I hesitate to relate this situation to the minimum wage controversy. I say that as someone who has very mixed feelings about the “fight for 15” and about minimum wages in general.
However, Your point #1 makes a lot of sense, and I hadn’t thought about that possibility. Your point #3 makes sense, too, although I can imagine myself *feeling* stuck even if I had every right and ability to leave.
For this comment, I’m going to assume that the story is as true as any story can be. And I don’t know anything about Josh Raby, but I’ll just assume he relates this story because it’s something that happened to him and for no particular ulterior motive.
I’m also going to assume that things like this happen. Maybe not on a regular basis and maybe not in such an extreme way, but often enough and in enough of the essential ways that most people can read it and nod in agreement that they’ve had similar–or similar in some ways–encounters.
That said, I’m going to be that annoying guy who takes this Twitter story and analyzes the “meta work” it does. I believe the story reinforces the notion that fast food workers and other low-waged service workers. Sometimes they do annoying things, but in retrospect the encounter is amusing and fodder for a “here’s what happened to me the other night” anecdote, after the telling of which people can shake their heads and wonder about kids these days or what are these workers up to.
All that said, if it happened, it happened. Any “meta work” is the fault of the meta workers and not necessarily the fault of the teller. I could see myself relating a similar story if something like that happened to me. Not on Twitter, because I don’t do Twitter, but I could see myself doing it.
This comment is mostly me being knee-jerky and perhaps a bit of a moralizer. I understand others’ mileage may vary and that the others aren’t being bad people or acting in bad faith.
Actually, something similar did happen to me once (if you make a huge number of adjustments), where one of my coworkers was drunk and I was trying to help the customers. I might try writing about it someday.
My experience (as an observer, I mean, not strictly a customer) is that it varies a fair bit from place to place. There are a number of places where, if you’re in your 30’s or 40’s and you’re at a fast food place and you’re not the manager and you’re not an immigrant, you… seem like the kind of person who has made mistakes along the way.
On the other hand, for some other places, it doesn’t seem that way at all.
Colosse, Estacado, and Cascadia are in the first category. Deseret, Arapaho, and here are in the second. Which, at first glance, makes it seem like it’s an big city vs small town distinction.
I’ve noticed the phenomnenon on a personal level but don’t have enough information to discern the big city – medium city – small town dynamic you refer. I did know people who were in their 30’s and 40’s who were where they were for a combination of poor choices and poor opportunities. It can be kind of chicken and egg. I do believe that some labor markets provide more opportunities for people even in those types of jobs. To my mind, Cherryplatte (my new name for Danvar) and the smaller (university) towns I’ve lived in do. Bit City does not.