Today, like any other day, I got my morning coffee. I went with Burger King’s coffee, as I always do on Mondays and Thursdays (I’m very regimented in that way).
“One large black coffee, please.”
“Yeah, I got you, boss. That’ll be $2.06, dawg.”
(This cashier is an especially cool one, in case you couldn’t deduce from the dialogue.)
So, I paid, then waited for the cashier to get my coffee, which took maybe all of 20 seconds.
Then, as he handed it over to me, he said, “here you go, my dude. Want a bag?”
Now, I’m not calling into question this man’s intelligence; he clearly had it going on mentally, so I’m very curious what he meant by this. My only item was a large cup of hot coffee—how would you put that in a bag? Do people ever actually request that?
Would he dump the coffee out of the cup, directly into a bag, and then give it to me? After considering this possibility for a few seconds, I thought to myself, “Michael—no. Of course, he couldn’t have meant that. What are you—insane?” I was immediately filled with shame for pondering such a foolish thought.
Then, I realized he meant putting the cup itself inside a plastic bag, which I could carry around by the handles, as opposed to grasping the cup directly with my hands.
Regardless, this wouldn’t have made any difference in comfort to me, primarily because I’m not 85 years old and my hands aren’t made of paper skin.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
