Yesterday I was at Wal-mart and I had a weird moment- there was a young man (early 20’s) who was CLEARLY very fit doing his shopping in one of those little electric scooters Wal-Mart provides for the elderly. Even though it was a WTF moment it really made me feel better about myself. I mean I get lazy and procrastinate on housework or yard work or going to the gym and I feel bad about it but WOW, at least I am not too lazy walk when I buy food!
Another Burger King post- seems like every time I go there it’s a weird moment. I got some breakfast there this morning on the way to work. I ordered milk. The drive through person asked if I wanted white milk or chocolate milk? That struck me as weird. Who does NOT say chocolate milk when they want Chocolate milk? Plus “white” milk struck me as an very odd word choice. I don’t think I have ever heard plain milk called white milk before. I mean do they have yellow milk or blue milk? We really need to nail it down that I, in fact, want the white variety of milk?
White milk. So does the fact I don’t care much for chocolate milk make me a racist?
Oh God! Now I know why I love Fruity Pebbles but don’t care much for Cocoa Pebbles! (or Cocoa Puffs). I guess like the all the celebrities I need to check into rehab to deal with my preference for "white" milk.
Wow. The things we learn about ourselves while visiting Burger King.
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Adventures in Fast Food Land.
I went to Burger King today. We were all quite confused.
The girl thought I was a moron and the feeling was mutual for awhile there and it was all just simple miscommunication.
I don’t eat there very often so I don’t know the menu. So I see this “Angry Whopper” thing up on the big board and I have seen the commercials on TV so I know it is a hot and spicy burger.
I LOVE hot and spicy!
Being the petite and gentle thing I am though :) I don’t want a big giant whopper burger though so I ask if they have something smaller in the "angry line up". No, the whopper is all they have angry style. The next cashier down however offers that they can make any sandwich I like “angry style” so it’s not a problem. Cool.
So now I am looking at the menu looking for the little double cheeseburger thing everyone has but it’s always some cutsie name to make it different from the full sized double burger. For example Wendy’s calls their little one a “Double Stack” (how I know that is a blog post all it’s own)
So I am scouring the menu looking for their custie name and I am getting frustrated that I cannot find it and wishing I could just order a double cheeseburger and not have to play the “what did marketing decide to call it this year?” game. I finally asked the girl behind the register “What do you call your double cheeseburger?”
She just looked at me. She may have blinked a few times but she said nothing.
What the heck? The way this game is played is I ask a question in English you give me an answer, preferably in English as well. She is not playing right! After an awkward silence I turned to the other counter girl who had already been so helpful and asked her, “What do you call your double cheeseburger here?”
Without missing a beat she answered, “A double cheeseburger.”
Well f’ing duh! Now I am really feeling pretty stupid.
So why in the heck didn’t the first girl just give me the same answer instead of just staring at me when I asked her what they called their double cheeseburger? Did she think it was a trick question? When was the war of 1812? Who is buried in Grant's Tomb? How many survivors did they bury? Where do roosters lay thier eggs? What?
Perhaps she was like the video store girl? She was terrified of enraging the obvious psycho and was trying to select the answer least likely to throw me into a murderous rage and just chose silence? Then again this time I had taken a shower and everything so I did not look like a psycho. (???)
So I ordered the damned sneakily named double cheeseburger. She asked me if I still wanted it “angry”? Oh yes!
After all of that work though to get that little angry double cheeseburger it was a quite a letdown. It really needed some kick. It was not really angry at all.
At best, it was just annoyed. Perhaps a bit testy?
Somewhere right now there is a blog post about the moron who asked what do they call a double cheesburger.
The girl thought I was a moron and the feeling was mutual for awhile there and it was all just simple miscommunication.
I don’t eat there very often so I don’t know the menu. So I see this “Angry Whopper” thing up on the big board and I have seen the commercials on TV so I know it is a hot and spicy burger.
I LOVE hot and spicy!
Being the petite and gentle thing I am though :) I don’t want a big giant whopper burger though so I ask if they have something smaller in the "angry line up". No, the whopper is all they have angry style. The next cashier down however offers that they can make any sandwich I like “angry style” so it’s not a problem. Cool.
So now I am looking at the menu looking for the little double cheeseburger thing everyone has but it’s always some cutsie name to make it different from the full sized double burger. For example Wendy’s calls their little one a “Double Stack” (how I know that is a blog post all it’s own)
So I am scouring the menu looking for their custie name and I am getting frustrated that I cannot find it and wishing I could just order a double cheeseburger and not have to play the “what did marketing decide to call it this year?” game. I finally asked the girl behind the register “What do you call your double cheeseburger?”
She just looked at me. She may have blinked a few times but she said nothing.
What the heck? The way this game is played is I ask a question in English you give me an answer, preferably in English as well. She is not playing right! After an awkward silence I turned to the other counter girl who had already been so helpful and asked her, “What do you call your double cheeseburger here?”
Without missing a beat she answered, “A double cheeseburger.”
Well f’ing duh! Now I am really feeling pretty stupid.
So why in the heck didn’t the first girl just give me the same answer instead of just staring at me when I asked her what they called their double cheeseburger? Did she think it was a trick question? When was the war of 1812? Who is buried in Grant's Tomb? How many survivors did they bury? Where do roosters lay thier eggs? What?
Perhaps she was like the video store girl? She was terrified of enraging the obvious psycho and was trying to select the answer least likely to throw me into a murderous rage and just chose silence? Then again this time I had taken a shower and everything so I did not look like a psycho. (???)
So I ordered the damned sneakily named double cheeseburger. She asked me if I still wanted it “angry”? Oh yes!
After all of that work though to get that little angry double cheeseburger it was a quite a letdown. It really needed some kick. It was not really angry at all.
At best, it was just annoyed. Perhaps a bit testy?
Somewhere right now there is a blog post about the moron who asked what do they call a double cheesburger.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
STFU!
It’s pouring down rain here in Utopia this morning.
It’s July third and I am already feeling the holiday spirit of the coming long weekend and frankly, my usual breakfast of Slim Fast is just not getting my motor revved up this morning. I had the distinct urge to actually chew something this morning!
Now I am NOT a morning person so no way in hell am I breaking out a skillet and COOKING something before work so I decide to hit a fast food joint on the way to work.
Hardees has a Low Carb Breakfast Bowl so I decide on that so I don’t feel *too* guilty for blowing off the Slim Fast! :)
Now, seriously, I don’t mind at all how fast food joints always do the ‘upsell’ on the drive through. I mean hell, sometimes it even works on me, “Would you like fries with that?”
“Why yes I would! Super size ‘em too!”, nom nom nom nom nom!
However, really, can we skip that and the all the marketing material when it’s pouring down rain? I mean you drive up, put the window down and the nomination acceptance speech begins;
“Good morning welcome to Hardee’s where we make our country biscuits fresh from scratch every morning. Fresh never fozen! Would you like to try our new Strawberry Country Biscuit this morning?”
By now my shirt sleeve is soaked, rivulets of water are running down the inside of my door and water is puddling in the carpet.
“Low Carb Breakfast Bowl and a medium tea please.”
“Would you like hash browns with that?”
“No thanks” and since I feel the water starting to rise up between my toes I repress my sarcastic urge to point out that hash browns would defeat the entire point of ordering a Low Carb Beakfast bowl!
“Would you like to upsize that?”
“No thanks”, again suppressing an urge to be rude- Basic logic says never be rude to people who handle what you are about to put in your mouth! Still, now the rising flood waters are up to my ankles, can we get on with this?
“Ok, we at Hardee’s want to make sure we get your order right so that was a Low Carb Breakfast Bowl and a medium iced tea, right?”
“Yes” with just a little tinge of desperation in my voice as the flood waters are now flushing crap out from under my seats that I have not seen in years! OH! So that is where that disappeared to huh?
“That will be $4.93 please pull around to the second window.”
AS I am going around the corner to the second window the flood waters are sloshing around my interiour banging all the floating crap into the console. The ice scrapper gets tangled up between my knees and I almost did not hit the brakes in time.
Since the drive through window is under a covering I go ahead and open my door and let most of the flood waters wash out. The hardee’s people can pick up all the trash, gum wrappers etc., that the waters flushed out of their hiding places in that bizarre 6th dimension that seems to exist under the seats of every car and are now pouring out my door with the water. I snag my ice scrapper as it floats by though since I might need it again someday.
Hey there corporate mega-food people. How about putting an awning or something over the ordering area so we get a little protection from the elements when we come spend money with you? Yeah, your right, that would cost a little money so here is an other idea…
How about just shutting the hell up and taking my order with minimal bullshit when the weather sucks?
So, how many MBA’s does it take to figure that one out?
It’s July third and I am already feeling the holiday spirit of the coming long weekend and frankly, my usual breakfast of Slim Fast is just not getting my motor revved up this morning. I had the distinct urge to actually chew something this morning!
Now I am NOT a morning person so no way in hell am I breaking out a skillet and COOKING something before work so I decide to hit a fast food joint on the way to work.
Hardees has a Low Carb Breakfast Bowl so I decide on that so I don’t feel *too* guilty for blowing off the Slim Fast! :)
Now, seriously, I don’t mind at all how fast food joints always do the ‘upsell’ on the drive through. I mean hell, sometimes it even works on me, “Would you like fries with that?”
“Why yes I would! Super size ‘em too!”, nom nom nom nom nom!
However, really, can we skip that and the all the marketing material when it’s pouring down rain? I mean you drive up, put the window down and the nomination acceptance speech begins;
“Good morning welcome to Hardee’s where we make our country biscuits fresh from scratch every morning. Fresh never fozen! Would you like to try our new Strawberry Country Biscuit this morning?”
By now my shirt sleeve is soaked, rivulets of water are running down the inside of my door and water is puddling in the carpet.
“Low Carb Breakfast Bowl and a medium tea please.”
“Would you like hash browns with that?”
“No thanks” and since I feel the water starting to rise up between my toes I repress my sarcastic urge to point out that hash browns would defeat the entire point of ordering a Low Carb Beakfast bowl!
“Would you like to upsize that?”
“No thanks”, again suppressing an urge to be rude- Basic logic says never be rude to people who handle what you are about to put in your mouth! Still, now the rising flood waters are up to my ankles, can we get on with this?
“Ok, we at Hardee’s want to make sure we get your order right so that was a Low Carb Breakfast Bowl and a medium iced tea, right?”
“Yes” with just a little tinge of desperation in my voice as the flood waters are now flushing crap out from under my seats that I have not seen in years! OH! So that is where that disappeared to huh?
“That will be $4.93 please pull around to the second window.”
AS I am going around the corner to the second window the flood waters are sloshing around my interiour banging all the floating crap into the console. The ice scrapper gets tangled up between my knees and I almost did not hit the brakes in time.
Since the drive through window is under a covering I go ahead and open my door and let most of the flood waters wash out. The hardee’s people can pick up all the trash, gum wrappers etc., that the waters flushed out of their hiding places in that bizarre 6th dimension that seems to exist under the seats of every car and are now pouring out my door with the water. I snag my ice scrapper as it floats by though since I might need it again someday.
Hey there corporate mega-food people. How about putting an awning or something over the ordering area so we get a little protection from the elements when we come spend money with you? Yeah, your right, that would cost a little money so here is an other idea…
How about just shutting the hell up and taking my order with minimal bullshit when the weather sucks?
So, how many MBA’s does it take to figure that one out?
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Krispy Kreme Donuts
I was totally snookered!
I am not sure if you guys have Krispy Kreme donuts where you are at but for a while there they were quite the fad just like Starbucks was except that Krispy Kreme was not ridiculously overpriced.
The first time I had a Krispy Kreme donut I was staying in a hotel in Raleigh-Durham that had free ‘continental’ breakfasts. I bit into this donut and the contrasting textures are what got to me! It was crispy on the outside and soft and gooey on the inside. I thought, “Ah ha!, Krispy Kreme, I get it! What a great name!” I stayed in that hotel for about three weeks and had some every morning! I even went to sneaking them out so I could have some that night after supper for a dessert! As Tony the Tiger used to say before those German magicians took him to Vegas, “They’re great!”
About 6 months later they opened one just down the road from my house. I was pretty excited and so were lots of people. Everyone including me were going on and on about how great their donuts are.
So the place finally opens and I get some. I did not quite spit it out but I was shocked when I bit into it! It was real soft and gooey. I was like, “Hey where is the “Krispy” part?”
So I come to learn that this is how they make the donuts and THAT is precisely why everyone loved them so much; because they are so soft and gooey! I always loved them because they were crispy and gooey.
I was really confused for a while about why these were so different that what I had in that hotel. I finally figured it out. The hotel where I fell in love with them was getting ‘day olds’ on the cheap I’m sure. So I started experimenting. You have to let a fresh “Krispy Kreme” age about 4 days for them to get to where they were like at the hotel. The outside will get stale and crisp but the inside will stay soft and gooey. That is how I love them!
So, now if I want Krispy Kremes as a treat on a weekend morning I will buy them on Wednesday and age them for at least 4 days first. Then they are pure heaven.
So now that I solved that problem now I am trying to figure out why in the hell they call them "Krispy Kreme" when they are not at all "Krispy" until you age them?
Yes, things like this really annoy my nerdy little mind!
I am not sure if you guys have Krispy Kreme donuts where you are at but for a while there they were quite the fad just like Starbucks was except that Krispy Kreme was not ridiculously overpriced.
The first time I had a Krispy Kreme donut I was staying in a hotel in Raleigh-Durham that had free ‘continental’ breakfasts. I bit into this donut and the contrasting textures are what got to me! It was crispy on the outside and soft and gooey on the inside. I thought, “Ah ha!, Krispy Kreme, I get it! What a great name!” I stayed in that hotel for about three weeks and had some every morning! I even went to sneaking them out so I could have some that night after supper for a dessert! As Tony the Tiger used to say before those German magicians took him to Vegas, “They’re great!”
About 6 months later they opened one just down the road from my house. I was pretty excited and so were lots of people. Everyone including me were going on and on about how great their donuts are.
So the place finally opens and I get some. I did not quite spit it out but I was shocked when I bit into it! It was real soft and gooey. I was like, “Hey where is the “Krispy” part?”
So I come to learn that this is how they make the donuts and THAT is precisely why everyone loved them so much; because they are so soft and gooey! I always loved them because they were crispy and gooey.
I was really confused for a while about why these were so different that what I had in that hotel. I finally figured it out. The hotel where I fell in love with them was getting ‘day olds’ on the cheap I’m sure. So I started experimenting. You have to let a fresh “Krispy Kreme” age about 4 days for them to get to where they were like at the hotel. The outside will get stale and crisp but the inside will stay soft and gooey. That is how I love them!
So, now if I want Krispy Kremes as a treat on a weekend morning I will buy them on Wednesday and age them for at least 4 days first. Then they are pure heaven.
So now that I solved that problem now I am trying to figure out why in the hell they call them "Krispy Kreme" when they are not at all "Krispy" until you age them?
Yes, things like this really annoy my nerdy little mind!
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