The Fast Food Drive Through A Social Norm

immediately ushered over to a table full of food and was told to eat. Stephanie was also handed a

The restaurant had two drive-thru lanes, both opened. There were seven cars between my car and the point where the order was placed and I placed my order through a speaker box. I spent 12 minutes and 33 seconds in line before I reached the Order Point to place my order. Within 13 seconds of arriving at the speaker box to place my order, I was greeted in an enthusiastic tone. The Order Taker received my order in a friendly and professional manner, repeated my order back, and provided the price. After saying "thank you" she cheerfully responded, "My Pleasure!" The associate at the window and that handed me my order smiled, made good eye contact, and asked, "Welcome to Chick-fil-A! How are you?" After saying "thank you" to the Cashier, he responded

My cousins and aunt refused to let him finish. They’d burst into laughter through every syllable he managed to get through, and his face told the whole story, at least to them it did. Incredible, the way humans have the ability to turn something as naïve as laughter and turn it into something so ugly. By the time we got to order and our food came, my “family” constantly complained to him about how “disgusting” the food was and how they’d like a different server. I refrained from commenting how disgusted I was too. Just not for the same things as them. They refused to eat and left our server feeling as worthless as the 500 pesos my sisters and I snuck to him.

So i learned that the man was from Holtsville and worked in stony brook as a nurse, and that he was also into video games. so he mentioned that he plays a lot on his computer and so he was here to get a new laptop so thats when an man who looked like Fonzie if he aged 30 years and put on a little weight. The fake Fonzie started talking about how his son is always on his computer playing “league of legends” a game that you play online with friends or random people. Fake Fonzie reason for missing his thanksgiving dinner was because he wanted a computer for his kid so he wouldn't have to share his with his son and because it was a good deal. so I told them “no way everyones here for it”, so it got to the point when after 40 minutes the line doubled and a woman cut the line to ask a security guard “what are the chances you guys have the toshiba tv in stock’’ basically everybody on the line laughed the woman got slightly red and looked very embarrassed. after finally being able to go inside i went to the check out line and was able to get in and out in under 10 minutes because i really didn't want to be there for long so i wouldn't have to wait in a long check out

He never asked for anything. He just sat holding a Styrofoam cup from the donut shop in his lap. If I had some spare change, I would put it in the cup. His response was always the same, “Thank you, God bless.”

Individuals have many roles in society- mother, father, husband wife, brother, sister, employer, employee, and so much more. However, we do not see individuals doing essentially the most important role,which is an informer. In today’s society, most people either do not choose to show wrongdoings of society or decide to ignore it. Some righteous individuals decide to adjudge the social norms and show them to society. These people display conformity- complying with what is “normal” or socially acceptable, uniformity-being unvaried or the same, and centralized control- concentration of power in a group or company. Throughout the texts Fast Food Nation by Eric Schussler, Susan B. Anthony’s On Woman’s Right To Suffrage, and Malala Yousafzai's

The norm violation I decided to do is ordering dessert first at a restaurant.This is a norm violation because you are suppose to order your appetizer first, then your entree and lastly your dessert. I decided that Fender’s Diner would be an excellent place to do my experiment. I dine here a good bit and usually order their salads so this will be different for me. Fenders Diner is a locally owned restaurant known for its 1950’s Rock n’ Roll American theme.

When we first arrived the owner had greeted us with a warm welcome, and thanked us for helping with his diner. The diner was packed so we started our shifts soon after we were shown around. The owner was pleased with our work on the first day, and he looked forward to having us work in the diner. We did not officially start until Monday, which was in three days.

Since I got there early, I ended up helping set up the tables. As I did this, I saw the boy in the hoodie was still next to his pillar. Actually, he looked like he had barely moved. He was in the same position and everything, and that meant that I still couldn’t quite see his face. I hoped he would get something to eat that time since he saw that I was

Through the dim surround by darkness, I drunkenly found some coins just enough for two hot dogs. I ate one immediately. It was one of the best hot dogs I ever taste after drink those liquors, the smell mixed with different tastes that fulfill almost every bite, it's heaven. Planned to chew the fat with this guy, but this sight frighted me, a kid around ten years old sat on a bench next to the stand at this late and the owner didn't even care. What's wrong with these goddamn people. The boy shivered like hell, "BRRRRR!", no reason I just walk to the bench and hand him the second hot dog that I buy. At first, he scared but after I insist he grabs it. His hand was as cold as ever and if he stays any longer he might get freeze to death. He starts eating like a bear which creep me

When working at a fast food restaurant, more often than not it is accompanied with a stigma. People tend to believe that those who work in fast food restaurants are not capable of anything better. They assume people working at fast food restaurants are slow and uneducated, or they simply look down upon them because these jobs have become known as "dead-end jobs." This so-called "dead-end job" is what people might describe as low-wage labor that employees have a susceptibility to become trapped in. Fast food employee’s face many challenges, morally and socially.

It was Mr. and Mrs. Abels’ room, since we had this room we put our bags in there and went off to lunch. Nacho, Eric and myself went off to the Lloyd Center. While at the Lloyd center we got a text from Gabie, she asked us if we were going to Frank’s Noodle House because she also wanted to go there. We said informed her that we were planning on going because Eric had heard it was a good place to eat. We waited about fifteen minutes for her to get to the Lloyd Center. We walked to the noodle house, on our arrival we were surprised on how big of a hipster atmosphere it had. Although both Eric and Gabie wanted to eat here, we decided to head out and go to the nearby Safeway. We passed by some homeless people and they actually called out to us which threw us off guard because homeless people in Salem don’t really talk to pedestrians. When we finally got to Safeway I wasn’t really feeling hungry, but decided to get some crappy Safeway Chinese food. I got Noodles and some General Tso Chicken. Gabie got some Potato Wedges and Nacho got ham. Eric had gotten some fried rice from Frank’s Noodle

While I was in the back of the truck I heard something about someone wanting someone else to take their cookie, the only thing I thought was that they wanted to be nice to each other for a change. I continued to take the lunches back and

Just like me, most of the other deployed troops had a weird obsession with wanting to eat at a fast-food restaurant again. After spending over 12 hours flying from the Middle East back to America, we finally landed at Dallas International Airport. This was the first time we were able to eat real American food in what felt like a lifetime. As we began to get off the plane, emotions ran high. We finally made it! The sense of joy was almost too hard to handle. All 150 of us dispersed around the airport looking for the restaurant we wanted. I went off by myself and walked around aimlessly with a shock and awe feeling. I felt like a foreigner in my own country. There were so many choices that I could not make up my mind. I went from restaurant to restaurant looking at all the menus. I was overwhelmed by all the choices and began to get flustered. As I started to give up on finding a spot due to an uncontrollable anxiety, I heard the same trainee that tossed the MRE to me yell “Taylor!” I looked over and he was sitting with some other troops at a table at TGI Fridays. I went over and sat down with them with a sense of relief. I ordered a medium-rare bacon double-cheeseburger with fries. When the food arrived at our table, the smell of the bacon on top of two cheesy beef patties was heavenly. I was so excited that I

And my mother, being my mother, heeded their call. Rather quickly, what seemed to be a quick fifteen minute pit stop turned into a two hourlong torturous ordeal. After buying out half the inventory of the store, we proceeded to the checkout line. Since it was a Sunday, the checkout lines stretched at least one hundred and fifty feet. I guess the two-hour long power shopping trip really set off my sweet tooth because at that moment I felt a sharp craving for a churro from the Costco food court. I then started begging my mom for the dollar fifty required to purchase the churro. At first, she wasn’t exactly receptive and she rebuffed me with a lecture about the evils of sugar. Soon, however, my persistent begging payed off and she handed me the