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I am in a McDonald’s…in a mall…in Mobile, Alabama.
A girl with vacant eyes waits rather impatiently behind the counter for me to decide.
“I will have a Number Two, please.”
For the uninformed, that is two small cheeseburgers, fries and a drink.
“Medium or large?”
“I’m sorry?”
Might have been a slight eye roll from the order-taker about here. Not sure.
“Do you want a large Number Two or a medium Number Two?”
“What about small?”
“We don’t got small: Only medium and large.”
Don’t do it, Gene. Let it go.
“You know, technically, you cannot have a medium if you don’t have something smaller and something bigger.”
Dadgum it! You idiot! You just had to do it.
“Excuse me?”
“There has to be a small and a large in order for there to be a medium. Medium, by definition, is between the extremes. ”
“Not here, it’s not. We don’t got small. We only got medium and large. Which do you want, sir?”
See? You lose. Order already.
I sigh and nod.
“Of course you are right. I will take a medium Number Two.”
This time I know she rolled her eyes and all I can hear is, “Badabombombom, I’m lovin’ it.”
When I started this story, I intended to pontificate on the lessons learned from this absurd encounter at the fast food counter. But then, I thought, I am not the teacher here at all. I am the student.
So, what do you think? Any lessons come to mind?
