15 years ago
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
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....
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....
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
It's much like a plague
Ok....so Robb jokingly came up with the title for this blog to which my reply was that I was willing to name it that if he promised to never bring up someones ball scratching habits again. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and I am now well on that road.
Have you ever bought a car or a phone or anything for that matter because it seemed cool and you didn't see a lot of other people with the same item? Days later its everywhere you look. Its human nature to notice things more once you have them in your possession. Well, guess what? I now have a blog called The Ball Scratch and can't get away from the act.
Put up the blog yesterday....saw a guy tonight at 7-11 scratching his balls like fire ants had invaded his Jockeys. This occurred while he was waiting in line with his friend. I'm hoping he didn't draw blood...or maybe I'm hoping he did....
Page 235 of the book I finished reading tonight.....He'd have plenty of time to scratch his nuts and ponder the myriad possibilities after he quit.
Maybe the ball scratch has always surrounded us and I never took the time to pay attention. Hopefully I don't start to feel the need to partake in this pass time myself. Share your ball scratching stories either in the comments section or via email and we'll make sure they get published here. FYI, it doesn't have to be your balls you discuss.
One final disclaimer.... ball scratching will hopefully not be a regular feature on this blog.
Have you ever bought a car or a phone or anything for that matter because it seemed cool and you didn't see a lot of other people with the same item? Days later its everywhere you look. Its human nature to notice things more once you have them in your possession. Well, guess what? I now have a blog called The Ball Scratch and can't get away from the act.
Put up the blog yesterday....saw a guy tonight at 7-11 scratching his balls like fire ants had invaded his Jockeys. This occurred while he was waiting in line with his friend. I'm hoping he didn't draw blood...or maybe I'm hoping he did....
Page 235 of the book I finished reading tonight.....He'd have plenty of time to scratch his nuts and ponder the myriad possibilities after he quit.
Maybe the ball scratch has always surrounded us and I never took the time to pay attention. Hopefully I don't start to feel the need to partake in this pass time myself. Share your ball scratching stories either in the comments section or via email and we'll make sure they get published here. FYI, it doesn't have to be your balls you discuss.
One final disclaimer.... ball scratching will hopefully not be a regular feature on this blog.
Begin, at the beginning.
Welcome to The Ball Scratch! A tiny spot on the web where my friend
Robb and I can amuse ourselves in front of an audience. This
particular Blog has no real direction and may never have a point but
we are hoping that will work itself out in time.
Intoductions are probably in order. My name is Livius. I'm 35 and
currently unemployed (the latter of those two allowing me the time and boredom to come up with The Ball Scratch). I'm more of a critic than a creator with my only hobby nowadays being spending many hours at Starbucks engrossed in mostly crappy fiction books. Other interests are music, mostly punk and alternative and a fascination for off beat movies.
Robb, on the other hand, is a writer(both social commentary and
fiction). Sometimes modern day hippie and activist, Robb is a
intellectual with a good wit about him. Soon to be unemployed himself he maintains a couple other blogs and has some writing projects in the works.
We met some three years ago at work and found that our differences in opinion made for a good way to pass time at an otherwise boring place of employment. The name of this Blog comes directly from those conversations where one of us constantly scratched his balls (out of courtesy for my fellow blogger I won't say which one of us that was).
The only thing certain about this Blog at this point is that Robb will
be posting a pic of the day...most days at least.... and that we'll
drop some words on you hopefully with some frequency. Its our sincere hope that we can make this a fun experience that we can share with tens of people....or fives of people, well whatever we can get.
Feel free to comment and share with your friends. You can email us
directly at ballscratch@gmail.com if you so desire. We'll be sharing
that email for this site. We hope you enjoy The Ball Scratch....
Robb and I can amuse ourselves in front of an audience. This
particular Blog has no real direction and may never have a point but
we are hoping that will work itself out in time.
Intoductions are probably in order. My name is Livius. I'm 35 and
currently unemployed (the latter of those two allowing me the time and boredom to come up with The Ball Scratch). I'm more of a critic than a creator with my only hobby nowadays being spending many hours at Starbucks engrossed in mostly crappy fiction books. Other interests are music, mostly punk and alternative and a fascination for off beat movies.
Robb, on the other hand, is a writer(both social commentary and
fiction). Sometimes modern day hippie and activist, Robb is a
intellectual with a good wit about him. Soon to be unemployed himself he maintains a couple other blogs and has some writing projects in the works.
We met some three years ago at work and found that our differences in opinion made for a good way to pass time at an otherwise boring place of employment. The name of this Blog comes directly from those conversations where one of us constantly scratched his balls (out of courtesy for my fellow blogger I won't say which one of us that was).
The only thing certain about this Blog at this point is that Robb will
be posting a pic of the day...most days at least.... and that we'll
drop some words on you hopefully with some frequency. Its our sincere hope that we can make this a fun experience that we can share with tens of people....or fives of people, well whatever we can get.
Feel free to comment and share with your friends. You can email us
directly at ballscratch@gmail.com if you so desire. We'll be sharing
that email for this site. We hope you enjoy The Ball Scratch....
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