Sunday, May 10, 2009
Since McDonald's began serving it's Sweet Tea (hubby pronounces this swaayt tay, no kidding, I tease him about this, then I crack up, then he orders it like he has a flagpole up his butt, no kidding really) my hubby has drank a ton. There must be something to it because I've heard all kinds of people compliment this swaayt tay. I've taken a sip from hubby's to see what the buzz was about and it tasted like syrup to me. I understand that's how they drink it in the south. If our local Mickey D's quits serving swaayt tay, I'm sending the hubby south. It will be a great place to vacation and visit him!!
Anyway, the reason for this post is because of the swaayt tay. Hubby has to have it on the way through town, out of town, after he mows or does any kind of yard work or simply because he just has to HAVE one. As we were driving thru McDonald's the other day I told hubby about my observation of the recession and McDonald's. I've noticed older folks working the drive thru more and more lately. Yes it's THAT much swaayt tay! They are awesome. I told hubby that, and he just happened to agree with me for once. These people who are happy to have a job are incredibly nice AND polite. As a paying patrol for many, many swaayt tays loves this!! I'm almost inclined to write a letter. The younger teens and early-mid-late twenties people are horrible. Really, mostly horrible. Communication and smarts seem to be a real problem with them. Either that or they just don't care. I would imagine it's a combination of both.
I was deep in thought driving thru one day getting a swaayt tay for hubs when an older smiling black man all of a sudden quit smiling at me. He started to give me hubs' swaayt tay, but pulled it back thru the window. Thinking to myself, "what the heck?" He says to me, "I'm afraid to stick my arm in your window, you look like you might bite me." I laughed. Deep in thought of things I can no longer remember, I'm sure I looked peeved. (If you are a smiler like me, people just assume I'm peeved if I'm not smiling.) Which really isn't the case. Anyway, I asked him, "what do you taste like?" and giggled. "That's more like it" he responds and hands me hubs' tay.
In the months of getting swaayt tay, not one young person has said anything other than, "that'll be $2.16. Usually no thank you or please, just $2.16. There is an older lady with tattoos who is very friendly too. I really like her a lot. She has the sweetest voice! Then I see the tattoo on her hand when she hands me swaayt tay. Something tells me she's naughty and nice. Something else tells me she's from a generation that was taught about manners and sincerity. Paying customers appreciate that!!!
I know the recession has been tough on a lot of people. But for those of you getting waited on by the older generation struggling to make ends meet, keep their job and they are really, really working, be grateful and thankful for them. The younger generation needs to go thru Cranberry Flats' Boot Camp!!
Posted by Lisa Pogue at Sunday, May 10, 2009