Beware "The Wrench"

First of all, I have effectively beaten high cholesterol. I don't really know what "effectively" means, but I hear it all the time on the news. Anyhoo, I have kicked the shit out of cholesterol. I got that 427 (see last post) down to a wimpy 166. You don't even want to know the crap I had to eat to do it. When you have to steer around fast food restaurants for a while, they seem sparkling and new when you DO get back in one. Kind of like your first day out of prison. I was standing in a, well, they are so powerful that I'm afraid to say the name without license. Lets just say, it rhymes with "Nick-Na-Lay" and leave it at that. You see, this particular restaurant is known in the south as one of the highest order of the fast food product. They generally don't mess around, and when you place an order, you know it is right. Must be the extra rest they get by not being open on Sunday. Well, I have considered asking them how they go about the hiring process, strictly from a scientific standpoint. I have noticed for years that they always seem to get the best people in the business. Its like, they find people so good, they should NEVER be in fast food, but they are.

Its as though they go down to the local high school, pick the best looking, and hardest working kids, then hypnotise them. They convince them that placing the pickle on the bun is their higher calling, and viola! They got em. I mean, these folks know their shit. I was standing in one the other day, as I mentioned before, and saw an infiltrator among their ranks. I don't know how she got in there, but she was in. I could tell she was wearing a "wire" and was bent on destroying that perfect Nick-Na-Lay. You see, this toxic "drama-bot" is able to worm her way into any restaurant. They come in, speaking the lingo, and wiping tables down as they interview. The manager is weakened by the razzle-dazzle, and agrees to allowing to host the parasite without even realising what has transpired. The next thing you know, your perfect little joint is reduced to the bottom shelf of the industry. Your Nick-Na-Lay is now, a "Nardees". The cute little girls that used to smile at you every morning are now green with morning sickness, and pregnant as hell. The boys who used to hold contests to see who could lift the most sacks of french fries, and helped each other fill out their college applications at break time are now stuffing their pockets with anything not nailed down, and giving each other prison tattoos in the deep freezer. Mayhem. This person, this infection, I will call the "wrench". The living and breathing monkey wrench of destruction, hell bent on the fall of all industry. They just walk by your large Diet Coke, and it turns into a small "Mountain Pepper". It will not even have a name. Your double cheese turns to fish, and all the napkins come out of the bag. They hate you, and the negativity fills the air like onion ring steam. These people are sent from neighboring fast food places, like a virus. I wanted to ask the manager to come outside, and try to warn them, but the "wrench" had already spotted me. Make no mistake, if they catch you, they will kill you. Or worse, they will send one of the three "big hitters" for your ass, and you don't want that.

Next time you are in a fast food restaurant that is absolutely falling apart, for no apparent reason, see if you can spot the "wrench". But, be careful.