Pickled tink

This blog certainly isn't intended to be a site where rants are prevalent, I'll leave that to our friend Chris at hippiehater , but at times it needs to be done.

The long standing adage of the burger flipper has never been one I particularly put any faith in. I always viewed fast food as a job for teens or immigrants to put a few bucks in their pockets with little or no work experience. The pay is, I would imagine, low but the job is a very necessary part of our culture. The fattest nation in the world certainly needs the people that fill our 32 ounce sodas and put the fries in the oil that will certainly kill us one day. This being said, I have rarely been terribly upset at the mistakes that frequently occur when dining in one of these establishments (something I do with alarming frequency).

Here is the one complaint I do have and this one can throw me into a near murderous rage...IS IT THAT DIFFICULT TO SPREAD PICKLES EVENLY ON A FUCKING CHEESEBURGER ? Without fail I find a stack of 4 or 5 pickle slices on one side of my burger. Before the pickle lovers start a boycott of an infant web blog I guess I should say I like pickles. They often provide just the right amount of tang and cool sensation to a sandwich. Unfortunately not when they are stacked together on a quarter of a maybe meat patty, then they are just gross.

This is probably part of the reason that years ago I began going to Wendys more and more. They put your food together after you order it. Calling for no pickles there doesn't seem like it will cause saliva to be the ingredient replacing pickles on your sandwich because its less work for little Collin or aging Rosalinda. And let's be honest, I don't have a debilitating fear of having my food spit upon but who is not frightened of a 50 year old Mexican womans spit? So I find myself spending less time at good old McDonalds and more at Daves place. I don't think that I'm being unrealistic here, I understand that Emeril Lagasse isn't slaving over a grill or microwaving my burger back there, I would just like some diligence in the process. Some time ago I found a sort of kindred spirit here on the web. Someone who takes pictures of the food they get and compare them with the actual menu photo. Take a peek here.... www.thewvsr.com/adsvsreality.htm

The point here is to understand. Over the years I've formed some questions due to the indignities I've suffered at the hands of the pickle people. Is it that the stereotype about fast food coworkers started because of this behavior? Does the business itself, with the lousy pay, just draw the people incompetent of evenly distributing pickles across the face of a sandwich to its doors? Or have we, the general public, with our jokes and disdain for the average golden arches employee fostered some sort of hate that requires them to get back at us in this particularly foul way? A seemingly unintentional way to ruin our lunch on a regular basis? I realize this is a bit which came first the chicken or the egg but it's a bit too widespread for there to be more than one cause.

I will continue to eat the majority of my meals from fast food venues, it's just that I'd like to know what causes this behavior. If any of our readers have worked in fast food or have some insight please enlighten me. And maybe after we tackle this problem we can look at what would possess a McDonalds manager to finger your Big Mac....