Working at McDonalds was a Right of Passage

You know what makes me sick? You know what makes me so mad I just wanna pelt Ronald McDonald – with cheeseburgers?

I heard this the other day – and honestly – I don’t know what to make of it. The story says your senior citizens have took over the McDonalds. And I don’t mean eating there – I mean working there.

Turns out – your teenagers of today – aren’t working at McDonalds. Hell, your teenagers of today don’t want to work anywhere!! They’re too busy playing Fortnite – whatever that is… and smoking your legalized recreational dope. So, McDonalds says they’re now recruiting workers at senior centers, at bingo parlors and at churches. The known hang-outs of the aging population.

McDonalds says they like hiring old people on account of – they have what they call ‘soft skills’ the young punks often lack. Those would include ‘punctuality’ and ‘a friendly demeanor.’ That means they actually show up for work… and they don’t walk around all day like they’re wearing barbed wire panties.

Now – I salute your older Americans cracking eggs for our McMuffins and dropping the fries. But at the same time – I can’t help but be a little sad. There was a time when working at McDonalds was a passage of life in this country. I heard a story one time – I don’t remember the exact number – but I think it was more than half of all Americans got their first job working at McDonalds.

Half of your younger Americans today haven’t even HAD their first job yet. On account of – they’re too busy playing Fortnite – and smoking your legalized recreational dope!!

Now me, personally – I have never worked for Ronald and his crew. But my old lady did. Yeah – she was working there when we were in school. Her job got us through many a bumpy time. We might have been fighting like a couple of wounded cougars – but I always picked her up after her shift. Cause I knew my truck would smell like hamburgers.

Wake up, America!! I walk into a McDonalds today and I remember those long rides home on those dark country roads. With a young lady that smelled like a Big Mac. You kids don’t know what you’re missing. I’m Earl Pitts, American. Pitts Off!

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