I don’t mean to hurt the feelings of all those nice people who work for minimum wage but sometimes minimum wage just makes sense.
Take my recent breakfast run to McDonald’s (which I don’t make often). Devoted Spouse wanted two sausage biscuits and I knew if I didn’t have a McSkillet Burrito for breakfast I would surely die.
Seeing no one in the drive up lane, I was so happy – this was going to be a breeze. Silly me.
Disembodied voice coming through speaker: May I help you?
Me: I’d like two sausage biscuits and one McSkillet Burrito please.
Disembodied voice: Okay that’s a sausage biscuit and a sausage burrito?
Me: No, TWO sausage biscuits and a McSkillet burrito, not a sausage burrito.
Disembodied voice: Okay two sausage biscuits and a McSkillet burrito. What kind of McSkillet burrito you want, steak or sausage?
Me: Sausage please
Disembodied voice: So that’s two sausage biscuits and a sausage burrito.
Me: NO, NO, NO – a sausage McSkillet burrito, NOT a sausage burrito (there’s a biiiig difference).
I looked at the automated ordering board and saw: 2 McSkillet burritos, 2 sausage biscuits. I banged my head on the dashboard and realized I was going to have to start again and speak slowly and calmly.
Me: Let’s start this again, shall we? I would like 1 sausage McSkillet burrito and 2 plain sausage biscuits and that’s all.
Disembodied voice: Oh, you mean 2 sausage biscuits and a McSkillet burrito?
Me: YES (sighing and thinking finally she has it.)
Disembodied voice: What kind of McSkillet burrito you want — steak or sausage?
At that point I simply pulled around to the window so I could explain to her face to face what I did and did not want. She finally got it right and grinned at me as she took my money. I realized this was a young woman who had probably just barely made it through high school and I decided to cut her a break and so I smiled back and thanked her (and said a prayer that no one did her bodily harm that day as she was surely pressing her luck.)
I pulled up to the pickup window – the lady there handed me a bag and said “That was two sausage biscuits and a sausage burrito, right?” I lost all ability to speak and simply took the bag from her. She wished me a pleasant day and I drove away vowing to ignore any future cravings for a McDonald’s sausage McSkillet burrito.
And, yes, there is a reason some folks make minimum wage — it’s known as minimum skills.