Sightseeing

Of the few times that I've been in a McDonald's in the last 10 years or so (none by choice, by the way), the most recent trip disturbed me. It was about a week ago, and I was picking up lunch for my pregnant wife (do all pregnant women crave grease at some point?). So I give my order to the surprisingly alert and helpful woman behind the counter, swipe my card (I need to carry more cash), and take my receipt. So far so good.

As I'm waiting for the food to be prepared (read: unthawed, nuked, slapped on a bun, wrapped in plastic and/or unthawed, dropped in boiling oil, loaded into a bucket and/or "pooped" out of a large machine), two ladies walk in and get in line to order. They have matching shirts with words on them, so naturally I need to know what they say. Oh how I wish I didn't look. "Lakota Child Nutrition." (Lakota is our school district).

This alarmed me at first. What would people responsible for the nutrition of thousands of students be doing at a McDonald's? Did they not see Super Size Me? (Tangent: How gross were those fries at the end? If you haven't seen it, they put various McDonald's offerings in jars and watch them for a few months. Most get moldy and start to deteriorate. But not the fries! They were as golden as the day they were put in that jar. That's probably why you're car doesn't wreak after you drop fries in between the seats and don't bother to retrieve them. Imagine losing a chicken sandwich down there. And.......back to my original thoughts) What was later pointed out to me after a profanity-laced rant (not really) was that these women probably just worked in the cafeteria or something and that everyone who handles food is part of "child nutrition".

My faith in the Lakota school system was restored. And my kids will still go to private school.


PS - to both of those Bungalow Boys fans out there, feel to read "Tangent" as "Tangent Man" and laugh hysterically.