Fast Food for Thought

I had some lab work done recently and I had to fast for 12 hours prior to the appointment. For those appointments you walk into the waiting room and see all these sad, fasting/starving faces staring at you. There aren’t many smiles in that waiting room. After the appointment you can go next door to Bob Evans or Cracker Barrel and see a lot of the same people, only now they’re smiling. So yeah, ideally you want to do the Bob Evans piece of the process to enjoy the full experience...

When you go to Bob Evans you break the fast. That, of course, is where the term “breakfast” comes from. A lot of you knew that. What you (and I) don’t know is how the term “Fast food” fits in here. Is this food that you eat during the fast? If so, is it still a fast? Or is this food that you are tempted to eat during a fast? Like, maybe other people eat it and tempt you while you’re fasting? Or is it a minute portion of food that you’re allowed to eat during a fast? “Here’s some fast food to carry you over ‘til we get to Bob Evans.”

When the lab tech asks you if you’re fasting and you reply “Yes, except for some fast food” they’re probably going to give you what’s known as the “fast exit”.

 

A Fine Print Mess

 

We walked by a shop a while back that was conducting a retirement sale. Having recently retired (from my day job – not from UTST’s!), I strolled in. To my surprise there were young people and middle aged people in there. Wait. What? I thought this was a sale for retired people. There must have been fine print in the sign out front. Always read the fine print, I told myself. The problem is retired people can’t read the fine print.

My doctor used to have copies of large print Guideposts in the lobby. If large print Guideposts had fine print (which I don’t know why they would), would the fine print be the size of their regular print?

And hey! Why doesn’t my eye doctor have large print periodicals in his waiting room? That would make too much sense. You know that eye doctors monitor how you read when you’re in their waiting room, right? Like, how far you hold the magazine from your eyes, whether you read the magazine right-side up, that type of thing. It’s part of your exam and it’s all in your file. It’s in there. But it’s in fine print.

Senior Discount

 I bought some good barbecue takeout a while back. I was behind a local former news anchor. She had retired a couple of years ago.  She is pretty famous.

When it was time for me to pay they gave me a senior discount. This was a nice surprise and it saved me some money. For me, the pleasure derived from the money saved outweighed the disappointment of being labeled a senior. I mean, yeah, I am a senior, but I’ve kinda been hoping that it wasn’t that obvious….

After getting the discount, I kinda wanted to know if the famous anchor woman got the discount. I wanted to know if they made the same age assumption with her that they made with me. It’s only natural to be curious about that kind of stuff. So, like, is it proper for me to ask the cashier if she got the discount? If yes, is it proper for the cashier to give out that information?

Now I kinda want to go work there and see if this issue is addressed in the employee handbook.

The Big Whopper

 

I read recently where Burger King is doing really well due to its Whopper sales. Sturdier buns, new mayonnaise recipe and serving it in a box instead of just a wrapper have helped to spur sales. They are also now offering the “Whopper Guaranty”. They will “remake” your Whopper if you are not satisfied with yours. I’m curious as to how this guaranty works:

•                     How many bites into the Whopper can you be and still get the replacement one?
•          What’s the definition of “remake”? Can this be just them moving the tomato around? (“See, now it’s in the middle of the bun!”)
•          If you leave half a whopper in your car over the weekend, can you take it back and demand a new one on Monday?
•          If you’re driving on the expressway eating a whopper and you don’t like it, can you get a “remade” one at the BK at the next exit? Is the guaranty valid over state lines?

Remember the old “It takes two hands to handle a whopper” slogan? How many highway deaths did that cause? Maybe they’ll bring that slogan back once we all get them self-driving cars.

Tropical Storm Dolphin

Tropical Storm Dolphin made landfall (what’s up with that expression?) in China last Sunday, causing at least 760,000 people to have to relocate. 760,000! Granted, China has a huge population, but that’s a lot of people. Terrible.

While trying not to make light of a tragic situation, can we take a step back and take a look at the name of this tropical storm? If you just read the headlines (“Dolphin Destroys City!”), it sounds like a large dolphin made landfall (there’s that expression again) and wreaked havoc on a city and its people. It reminds me of one of those old Japanese movies where Godzilla destroys Tokyo or wherever.

Everybody’s got 20/20 hindsight, but in the future naming of tropical storms, meteorologists may want to stay away from names like Dolphin, Gator, Godzilla, Shark, Pickerel, and Smog Monster. I’m okay naming a storm Flipper.

Meaty Issue

Have you heard about the woman who was running for governor in Wisconsin? She wants to eliminate Thanksgiving, or at least she did until recently. Now she says she’s OK with Thanksgiving. Personally, I think it would be hard to reverse one's opinion on something like that. Possible reasons for her reversal:

•          She finally had some good turkey
•          She wanted the United States to be more like Canada but then she found out Canada has Thanksgiving too, just on a different date
•           One of her kids is in marching band and got to be in the Thanksgiving Day parade
•       She found out Thanksgiving has nothing to do with the country Turkey

I bet she also wanted to eliminate the ice cream vendor trucks that play “Turkey in the Straw”. Actually, that maybe could've gotten her elected.

Knives Out!

We went to a breakfast-lunch restaurant on vacation a while back. It was an independent place. The door to the kitchen was open; you could kind of watch the cooks prepare the meals. (Maybe there could be a new concept – instead of having the cook come to your table and prepare your meal on a hibachi or whatever, maybe they could let you eat in the kitchen and you watch the cooks there.) At any rate, at this place you could see right into this kitchen and, for a breakfast-lunch only place, they had some of the largest knives I’ve ever seen hanging on the wall. These were weapons. There was no wild game on the menu, just bacon, sausage, eggs. I think the lunch menu was mainly salads. The knives seemed like overkill.

With those knives out in the open, there was no way this place was ever going to get robbed. There are large knives, there are king sized knives. These were Stephen King sized knives!