The Forgotten Customer
In this paper I will be outlining the events which took place on Friday, September 18th, 2020. I am a long-time supporter of McDonald's and specifically of this location. This relationship has had various high points and numerous low points. In the first half of this essay I would like to list all of the fun times McDonald's and I have had together and highlight all the positive interactions we've had.
Salt, sugar, sex. What do these three things have to do with McDonald's you're no doubt wondering? I'm glad you asked. These 3 S's are the backbone of the McDonald's experience. For the next 15 or so pages I will go over the 3 S's of McDonalds.
Salt. It's in everything. I love salt, you love salt, he loves salt, she loves salt...everyone loves salt. Sodium is integral to every day life. McDonald's certainly has no shortage of it. For the past 200 years McDonald's has made its salty fries a staple in the American lifestyle. Any time I'm feeling down I go get a Medium fry and the salt always immediately rejuvenates me and brings happiness and hypertension to my heart.
Sugar. It's in everything. I love sugar, you love sugar, he loves sugar, she loves sugar...everyone loves sugar. McDonald's has the perfect blend of sugar and salt that could (and does) make a grown man cry. From the sugar in the fries to the sugar in the famous COCA-COLA, there is definitely no shortage of sugar at MCDONALDS.
Sex. Now this is a subject that I know might not be familiar with the lot of you. You might also be wondering how this has anything to do with McDonalds. Before you get your little mind spinning with all the possibilities, let me just stop you right now. Sex; it has nothing to do with McDonald's.
Many of my favorite summers in Utica, Michigan have been spent at my local McDonald's restaurants. Some of my staples are the Spicy McChicken, the BQP, and recently the McTravis Scott meal. My friends and I love McDonalds. We're probably the biggest supporters in Michigan, and quite possibly, the whole country. If Ronald McDonald ran for president he'd definitely have my vote. I could go on for days about my love for McDonald's but I must digress, and get to the actual purpose of this essay.
It was a nice Friday afternoon in Shelby township, the sun was out, the winds were calm, my spirits were high. I thought there was no better way to spend a September Friday afternoon, than visiting my local McDonald's.
I began my journey by first driving to the 21 and Van Dyke location. The line was so long it reached 8 mile road and Dequindre. Naturally, I went to the next closest location, 23 and Van Dyke. 23 mile road is currently under construction and due to the fact that I didn't want to dick with that, I trucked on to the 26 mile location.
Upon arrival at the 26 and Van Dyke McDonald's I immediately was smacked right in the face with the realization that I would be in line for quite some time. At this point in my journey, I was too hungry and too tired to be mad about the wait. After about 5-10 minutes in the drive thru, I encroach on the speaker. I tell the nice young lad my order, he obliges and tells me my total. Things are going swimmingly. After another couple of minutes pass I get to the window to pay. I hand the lad my card and he politely lets me know that they are busy and I'll need to pull up to the 2nd window because my food isn't ready just yet. I tell him, "hey, no problem brother, I get it. Thank you", and pull to the 2nd window.
This is where things took a turn for the worst. I'm waiting at the second window, i'm watching cars behind me get food passed to them through the window and then subsequently driving off. For the first 2-3 cars I saw leave before me, I thought, "eh, that's alright, they must've had food that was easier to make". After about the 6th car passed me happily with their food I decided I needed to get involved. (1/2) read more