Oh boy---I must say…the black people of our nation are so excited, so pumped up, so
fired up, that finally
, the African in the White House is going to give them all big houses and cars and Disneyworld
vacations every year.
“He can save us!” “He can SAVE us!”
Too bad he can’t tell them that people still want soda with their Taco’s.
I saw something last weekend that I am still
amazed happened, and the only reason for it has to be, that the message is out that our nation now
has a daddy…and so, many citizens of our society are so caught up in this feeling that they are going to be saved by Obama that they feel invincible, and if they don’t feel like doing their job…so be it.
Boy---we in deeper trouble than I thought.
I discovered this last Saturday afternoon at a fast food restaurant.
My husband and I pulled into a Wendy’s,
around 11.40.pm. The place was packed, so we agreed to go across the street to Taco Bell
. Okay, simple enough.
As we stepped right up to the line, we instantly gave a, now this is important
, a 400- pound young white woman our order. I remember feeling so sorry for her weight problem, because she was just
so young. A Mountain Dew
came with the meal, so she gave us a cup.
Not too long ago most fast food places would get the drink for you. Not anymore…you now serve yourself. But, the self-serve soda machine was not working. Not at all--- you couldn
’t even get water.
“Hey, it’s not working
.” said my husband as he handed the girl his empty cup.“It’s not?”
She went over to the machine, and pressed a button, and nothing came out. “Well, how about two fruit drinks instead?”
You guessed it, I went and got a table with our two ‘fruity drinks” and watched the people pour in, and even the three families before us were standing around waiting for their orders, never mind everyone's drinks.Someone
had told the girl to take the drink orders, despite the fact that the machine was broke, or so it seemed.
Remember, it’s Saturday afternoon, on the busiest street in North St. Louis.
I was timing the wait…twenty minutes went by, and out among the tables the masses were mounting, Everyone was standing, sort of in shell-shock, because there was not only no soda, there was no food coming up.
Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, the fat white girl behind the counter, took about ten empty cups, and went over to the machine and filled up all the cups with…it looked like black sludge. She then took the tray over to a table (just walking was hard for her) where another white young woman, who was just
as big (a personal assistant to Hell-Boy ) was talking to a young black woman.
There were papers scattered all over the table.
“The machine’s not working…I just can’t get it to!”
said the girl.
Well, obviously, I thought, since the white girl was talking so much and the black girl looked like she was applying for a job, that the white woman should get off her butt and fix the problem.
I was wrong.
What’s a nobody to do? Since we had already paid and were still waiting, along with about twenty other people for our meal, and everyone in the place was a complete coward, I went over to the table laughing and said to the two women:
“I can’t believe this! I’ve been coming to this Taco Bell for over twenty years, and you could care less about your customers! This is a first!”
I went back to my table and sat down.
girl looked at me as if she was really
surprised. She came over and said to me, “Well, the machine has been broken since this morning!”
No apology to anyone.
Like, “You expect ME to fix it?”
Then she went behind the counter, for a few minutes and walked back out to the table where she was and continued her conversations. I had made the mistake of thinking that the big fat woman was the manager.
No, the young black
woman, who did not know how to fix the soda machine, and actually didn
’t think it was HER job…was the manager.