It is bad enough to visit a fast food establishment not named Chic-Fil-a by ordering inside to take out.

But you compound your chances of frustration when you place an order through a modern fast food drive thru.   

My luck with fast food places (not named Chic-Fil-a) has been a hit and miss proposition of late.   I never go through a drive through if I have a chance given I had a credit card duplicated by a visit a year or so ago when visiting a Wendy's.   Because I was a loyal customer of theirs (note:  "was"), I knew how long the lunch drive thru would take and one visit that resulted in me being subjected by a Eastern European immigrant gang by duplicating my card ended my visiting a drive thru again.

Until yesterday.

I was forced to choose a drive thru since the Toyoduh Corona virus has made it impossible to visit a restaurant to face another human and hope to receive food as it was ordered.    As risk averse as I have become, I was not happy to have to go through a McDonald's drive thru.   Never has a McDonald's drive thru experience been pleasant and now that I wasting my gas waiting for the line to move, I was not any more impressed by the seemingly lack of urgency to move cars.

Of course I ended up behind a Jughead making multiple orders - multiple separate orders - and of course asshole customer was whining and complaining once he received his orders.    Who knew that his bitching might have had a real reason, because once it was my turn to hand my card to a cashier (thankfully not Eastern European in accent), I got a chance to see how awful fast food drive thrus have become.    Of course I didn't look inside the bag or check the beverage until I had parked in the parking lot (where I couldn't get a virus from some other customer).

What the fuck do you do when you can't take the fucked up order into the restaurant where you can hope someone behind the counter will notice you?

Well, I wasn't going back into the line of cars again.

So I muttered to myself  and ate the order that I was regretting having to eat.

The sandwich was fine - it was almost hot.   It was almost good.   And that is where the goodness ended.

The fries I reached for were hot.   They were also undercooked.  It was obvious that the limp thing that I put in my mouth was never going to get erect.   The fries were obviously pulled early from the non-beef-tallow shortening.   I guess I should have counted my lucky stars that these fries were pulled AFTER they were half way done.   The fries weren't fully cooked.   They were horrific.    I ate them all hoping I wouldn't barf them up later.    The good news my stomach didn't purge the limpness.

And then I reached for the $1 large beverage I ordered.  It was supposed to be a Coke.   It turned out to be a mop bucket tasting thing impersonating Sweet Tea - and here in the south, Sweet means that you have tea flavored sugar syrup.    I nearly barfed.  It was like licking my first snatch without the fish smell.   But it was no less rancid or revolting.    Lucky me having a warm liquid in my mouth when there was supposed to be something chilled.   Apparently  this was fresh mop water since I eventually reached a strata of a cold band that resulted in almost ice to be consumed along with five pounds of sugar and a teaspoon of tea.  

Dog germs!   Dog germs!   I wish I was Lucy enough to slug someone.

Instead I was Charlie Brown and I endured half of the swill before I couldn't take anymore.

I guess I should count my lucky stars that it was not like my last and only  Shamrock Shake from a visit to the inside before the Toyoduh Corona virus was all the rage.   This was a dine-in experience where Ramone and Leroy couldn't figure out how to make a Shamrock shake during lunch and ended up pouring in green syrup into a vanilla shake and blended it in such a way that it was less blended than a bar of Irish Spring.    I guess there was a hint of mint in between giants splatters of vanilla in my mouth.   These splatters of vanilla were interrupted by huge gushes of mint that made me wish for some hot protein squirts.   

But this is McDonald's and possibly catching a virus would be a better outcome than actually eating and drinking this shit.

Once upon a time, fast food jobs were for children - or teenagers.   These were first time jobs and never meant to raise a brood of eight or to provide a job that paid $30k per year.

Careers produced jobs that paid at that level and more.

But then the social justice assholes who fabricated the notion that "minimum wage" should be a "living wage" stepped in and whored out the minimum wage worker into someone getting overpaid for the level of service and quality control that they offer.

Because of the escalating labor rates, I have eschewed buying fast food because the effect has been to create outrageous prices for a product that has become increasingly inconsistent.    I'm sorry, but no "combo" is worth $8 or more just so that the people who will lower themselves to work at the average fast food job can afford an iphone, to reproduce without responsibility, and can drive a $500 car with $2500 rims and wheels.

It has been quite some time since I frequented a fast food outlet because of my contempt for overpaying for unskilled workers who don't give a flying fuck about the product they serve and certainly find the customer to be an inconvenience and interruption to getting humped by a new potential baby daddy.

For some reason on Christmas eve day, at lunch time, I wanted some Wendy's.    I specifically was not going to overpay so I ordered one of their "four for four" specials that included a Double Stack, a Four Piece Chicken Nugget, a small fry, and a small soft drink.    I drink soft drinks even less often than I buy fast food, but I wanted to "treat myself" for Christmas Eve and I figured that going during lunch would provide me with the best chance of having hot food hot and cold food cold.

Well, I got the cold and hot food cold.

I loathe drive thru windows because of the clowns who place 5 orders at the window because they are too lazy to pull their fat asses out of their car and to actually burn calories going inside where they can inconvenience fewer people than go through the drive thru these days.    And because the line at the drive thru on this day was lengthy (go figure), I got out of my car and ordered without a delay with a rather rotund black woman who at least wasn't on a cell phone and who was somewhat responsive to my request.

The order was not fulfilled in a timely order since I was a mere peeon who got out of his car and the drive thru these days is prioritized at front counter customer experience.    I had time to pull together my needed napkins and salt packet and several straws (my cat loves straws).    I was not given my drink cup at the time of the order so I couldn't fill that to eat up my waiting time.   I was apparently waiting on my double stack since my fries and nuggets were already harvested from the abundant sitting inventory.

I should have known better than to assume that lunch time meant hot food time.

The cashier was pleasant enough (more so than usual fare at these joints) and I went to my car foolishly not checking to see if my sandwich was hot nor to steal some fries from the bag.

My bad.

Five minutes is the most time that it takes to walk out of door at this Wendy's and then to travel from there to my house and to walk into the front door and then to dispense the items from the bag.

Yet somehow in that five minutes Wendy's had provided me with a burger that was warm at best and fries that were not and they were soggy and chicken nuggets that were formerly warm at some point several Saturdays ago.

I was irritated to the point of "why bother" as to packing this shit up and taking it back - I was hungry - and I debated whether I might get sick from food poisoning if I consumed this shit.   Alas, my hunger won out and I consumed the shit given to me by the overpaid and blind and uncaring fast food worker who conspired with the rest of the overpaid staff to shovel out shit to everyone on  Christmas eve.  You see, they had to work on Christmas eve to serve us and that was somehow an obligation that they weren't prepared to perform at top notch level.   And where the fuck was the manager?   I don't know.   Maybe he/she/it was having lunch in the back office having prepared it fresh for themselves.

And so we have it - another shining example of how Wendy's is complete garbage and that fast food in general is so pathetic at the inflated rates that are charged to pay these mofo's a living wage.

Labor unions, illegal immigrant advocates, and assorted neo-communist asswipes led a day of do less work than you usually do - nothing.   Socialist unions want to unionize the least effective and motivated workers and to escalate their wages up to $15 - last year the desired living wage was $10.10 per hour - the price of admission to happy happy joy joy leftist nirvana non-working worker land has increased by 50%.

As I have experienced fast food working my way through college and starting at just over $2 per hour, I can say that 90% of fast food workers are overpaid at $5 per hour and none are worth more than $7.50 per hour.

At no time was the minimum wage EVER designed to be a living wage.

I don't give a flying fuck if you impregnate 10 different sows or you have 20 different children - I don't care if you overpaid for a college education that delivers nothing in the real world - I don't care if you were unemployed at a higher paying job and now you have to settle for a minimum wage one.

YOUR CIRCUMSTANCE DOES NOT CHANGE THE RATIONALE FOR  A MINIMUM WAGE!

What has happened is that the ranks of those making the minimum wage has exploded because of King Pimple of a Man's policies - he has cost you hours because of his stupid Obamascare plans - he has swelled your ranks because no one can find a job - most simply leave the laborforce and his record there is at record levels for the past 35 years.

If you cannot make ends meet at a minimum wage job, oh fucking well - get another.   That is what has always been done - but you greedy, self-righteous, lazy, assholes think you should be a CEO on day one.   You don't give any service - it would be an improvement if you gave mediocre service.  

I hope you get your wage - because you know what - Big Macs will cost $10 each.   A Wendy's triple cheese will cost $15.   And a Big Gulp will cost you $5.     You have no idea how this increase will cascade across the planet - and - at $15 per hour, you will be terminated as technology that exists right now will replace you.   Places will go to touchscreens replacing LaQuisha who is busy taking her phone call from baby daddy five begging her for $20 so he can get some smokes.   French fries can be cooked by automation.   Burgers as well.  And sammiches can be topped by a fixin bar where customers make their own damn food.

I hope you all become unemployed.     If you were worth more than minimum wage, you'd already be the manager.

Give the bastards what they want and let's resolve the pathetic customer service we are getting at fast food outlets.  These bastards think that they are doing us a favor by working behind the counter.   Replace the lazy with touchscreens and machines.    Hire only enough to service the machines and to clean the building and bathrooms.    From restocking shelves, cooking fries and burgers, and making sandwiches to placing orders and taking payment, the days of the worthless, overpaid fast food worker is about to end.    So they think they should make $15 per hour!   Grant them their wish - make them so expensive to hire that machines will be more cost effective.   And I won't have to wait for LaQuisha to get off her damned cell phone or to wait for someone to notice I'm standing at the counter waiting to place an order.   Click here for the revolution that is on the verge of happening!

Unlike President Constipation, I have actually worked in real jobs and had to exert actual energy and had to put in long days in hot kitchens and have actual experience in this subject. You see - instead of getting a handout from the government, I worked my way through college working at Wendy's.    So I know exactly what happens and the bullshit you put up with. And I know full well that it is possible to rise above that french fry station to become a General Manager making $40k plus benefits and bonuses - and that was up through 1997 after nearly 20 years in the business. I am going to put these strikers in their place because these are not real workers - these are people being paid to hold signs and to show websites that are funded by leftist, socialist, progressive websites that are funded by the trickle down evil doer, George Soros and his ilk.   You see, when there is the use of "forward" that is the new code lingo used by Progressives who want to infect the country with protection of the lazy and to punish those who really do work hard. First, no fast food worker is worth $15 per hour.   Most that are in that job are truly not even worth minimum wage as it is now.   I'm being honest.   These workers come ill-prepared to work - they have no work ethic - they are lazy - they could not care less about customers.    If paying employees higher wages would have resulted in better customer service, we should see an improvement since minimum wage was already increased not to far ago. Minimum wage IS NOT meant to support anyone.   It is an entry level wage and there are pay raises in every fast food company at least every six months (or I would reward employees sooner if they were cross-trained where they were more useful than entry level).   Furthermore, it is RARE that any fast food worker is actually paid minimum wage despite the spin.   I only paid minimum wage to the first job folks and those were likely in high school - that is what the wage was for.    Workers with documented work experience and achievement and skills are almost always paid higher than minimum wage.   Why?   Because hard workers are hard to find and someone who really does work will command a higher wage even in a tight economy.   I'd rather pay one great worker more than hire just anyone at minimum wage - less work for me to "coach them up". I do have to inform the bogus strikers (hired political hacks who are part of the Democrat/Progressive Socialist rent-a-mob-army), that anyone who cannot advance in fast food deserves to be stuck at minimum wage.  Honestly, if you are so friggin worthless and lazy and show up for work late and you don't smile and treat customers like they are Republicans at an Obama meeting, then you deserve minimum wage. Businesses want workers who bust their asses and those who are well-managed always seek to harvest the cream of the worker crop to get them into management.   I always wanted the best workers who showed they gave a damn and gave them opportunities to showcase that they could get others to work better or harder - a dry run test to see if they can lead and manage others.   If I saw that things ran better with X employee and that suddenly I wasn't having to manage down as much as I used to, this showed me that a worker was ready to go into management - shift management first - and if they excelled then into assistant manager and then if they were true self-starters, they would take their career from there. Taking your best workers and promoting them (when they are able) helps to build depth of commitment to standards and builds "hope" that others can be promoted if they work hard.    I can assure you that when my district manager gave me a new assistant, I wanted someone who worked just as hard as I would and that would share my same commitment to absolute treatment of customers as GOLD.   Bringing up workers who share this standard increases sales and also allows me to increase wages.    But workers who don't share that same vision get the wages they earn and often self deport themselves out of my establishment before I can remove them through progressive discipline. I can also tell you that if  you are worth keeping as an employee, employers will pay you more to keep you - it is far easier to keep you and to retain you than to hire the asshole off the street which can't live five minutes without checking her cellphone - or that princess who comes in with nails six inches long and looks at you like you are satan for telling her, "if you want to work in this job, those nails have to go" - the employer is always the meanie here even if the health department, a government agency, sets those health rules and no customer wants a six inch nail in the middle of their sammich. Having had enough of today's fast food prima donna pieces of shit that think they are under paid and who are lazy and don't smile and have no comprehension of how to treat guests, I have given up even buying fast food since January.   I am sick of products being served luke warm when they should be served hot - I am sick of lazy and uncaring employees.   I am tired of employees who have friggin smart phones and fancy gold jewelry and whine because they can't make ends meet.   I am tired of workers in fast food which don't even follow Martin Luther King's statement of being the best damn street sweeper you can be. And no, striking miscreant ass wipes, you don't deserve more money and don't deserve to be CEO or manager the moment you walk in the door.    You need to be unemployed and deserve to experience empty stomachs on successive nights so you can appreciate what you have in your job and to focking man up and to excel instead of half-stepping and sulking.    You are paid what you are worth, and that is indeed a high wage being paid to a pile of dog crap.