Saturday, January 05, 2008

Fast Food, Slow

I go to the local Wendys franchise two or three times a month when I'm too lazy to even nuke a frozen dinner. I've been doing it long enough that I've seen a turnover in staff, but they're consistent. The pace at the counter makes a mockery of the phrase fast food. Glaciers move faster. It's almost painful to watch as they stumble through one order at a time, scrutinizing the ticket closely between the coke and the frosty.

I put up with it though because the food is reliably edible and it's the closest thing to real entertainment in this little town.


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