This iced coffee is so creamy . . .
Last summer at work, the writing department got hooked on McDonald's Iced Coffee. McD's was the first fast food place to come out with it, and so that became our go-to place for caffeinated goodness.
Normally, I hit up the drive-through for iced coffee, but there have been a few times when I've gone inside. The McDonalds near my job is one of the weirdest fast food places I've ever been.
First, the employees. They range from high school students to old people, and they're mostly very chipper, chatty, and seem genuinely happy to be working at McDonalds. My stereotypical view of McDonalds employees: sulky high schoolers, people on the mentally slower end of the spectrum, and obese middle-agers who resent the hell out of managing a McDonalds (and really, who can blame them). These are stereotypes, clearly. And they are clearly incorrect--a fact I'm confronted with each time I visit the local McDs.
Secondly, the old people. Walking into that place in the morning is like walking in to a retirement home cafeteria. Old people as far as the eye can see--and they really look you up and down when you walk in, too. Like you're intruding. What are you doing, young person. You're too far from the grave to enter here. It's bizarre. I don't understand what compels the old people of this town to seek out McDonalds every morning for breakfast. The obvious answer is: it's cheap. But the diner down the road--a real diner, with waitresses and tables--serves a $1.99 breakfast special, so there goes that idea.
And should old people be eating egg and cheese biscuits and sausage McGriddles regularly? It seems nutritionally irresponsible. Shouldn't the Greatest Generation be eating porridge and whole wheat toast?
But back to the iced coffee. I highly recommend it. Just make sure you give a good stir before that first sip, or it's ridiculously sweet and syrupy. After that: deliciousness.
Normally, I hit up the drive-through for iced coffee, but there have been a few times when I've gone inside. The McDonalds near my job is one of the weirdest fast food places I've ever been.
First, the employees. They range from high school students to old people, and they're mostly very chipper, chatty, and seem genuinely happy to be working at McDonalds. My stereotypical view of McDonalds employees: sulky high schoolers, people on the mentally slower end of the spectrum, and obese middle-agers who resent the hell out of managing a McDonalds (and really, who can blame them). These are stereotypes, clearly. And they are clearly incorrect--a fact I'm confronted with each time I visit the local McDs.
Secondly, the old people. Walking into that place in the morning is like walking in to a retirement home cafeteria. Old people as far as the eye can see--and they really look you up and down when you walk in, too. Like you're intruding. What are you doing, young person. You're too far from the grave to enter here. It's bizarre. I don't understand what compels the old people of this town to seek out McDonalds every morning for breakfast. The obvious answer is: it's cheap. But the diner down the road--a real diner, with waitresses and tables--serves a $1.99 breakfast special, so there goes that idea.
And should old people be eating egg and cheese biscuits and sausage McGriddles regularly? It seems nutritionally irresponsible. Shouldn't the Greatest Generation be eating porridge and whole wheat toast?
But back to the iced coffee. I highly recommend it. Just make sure you give a good stir before that first sip, or it's ridiculously sweet and syrupy. After that: deliciousness.
Labels: Lancaster Life, Snarky, Workin'
posted by Melanie at 10:09 PM
