you work at the drive-thru at a fast food restaurant, it doesnât matter which one. letâs say wendyâs. one day youâre working when a man pulls up to the microphone. he orders a baconator with no bacon. this is a very strange order because baconators are expensive so why would he pay more for a sandwich without the bacon? when you tell him this, heâs very insistent thatâs what he wants. its his money, so you oblige. he pulls up to the window to pay, and gets his burger. he seems generally nice, nothing really wrong with him on an interpersonal level. his car seems well kept.
he leaves, and you are confused but go about your day. a couple of cars later, you hear the same order from the same voice: baconator no bacon. what? maybe its someone different, with the same voice and same weird order? whatever. he pulls up and its the same guy, same car, with grease covering his mouth. he pays, politely, and drives away. maybe he was bringing food for someone and forgot?
5 or 6 cars later, you hear the same voice with the same order. then again. and again. the rest of your day you see this man. when its busy, heâs once every 10 or 12 cars. when no one is there, he shows up multiple times in a row. its driving you mad. you FINALLY get home. you try to sleep but this man is keeping you up.
the next day, you start work and sure enough heâs back. you sit, steaming at the drive-thru all day. by the time you get off work, youâre dedicated to find out whats going on. you wake up at 2am to check the wendyâs drive-thru. sure enough, heâs there, taking advantage of the wednyâs 24/7 service. at least heâs not doing this just to you, right? no. thatâs not enough.
you quit. you can find another job. one that isnât in the exploitive fast food industry. one with a company that doesnât lobby against the Fair Food Program.Â
you move on with your life, but still find yourself waking up occasionally in a cold sweat, dreaming of the horrors of this man. was he actually eating all of these burgers like some sort of american kirby? how did his car not run out of gas? does he sleep? piss?
6 years later, youâve graduated with your pharmacy degree. you have gotten a job at a pharmacy with a drive-thru. you tell your manager that youâre slightly uncomfortable with drive-thrus, and while youâre too embarrassed to tell them why, they oblige. after a few months of getting the hang of things, one of your coworkers calls in sick (its a pharmacy after all). unfortunately, you have to take over the drive-thru that day. the first car that pulls up seems familiar. you see a man, the same man, look in through the drive thru window. he looks identical, not a year older. he looks at you, as any other customer would, no recognition in his face. he ask for a prescription for a B. King. you look at him, stunned, before taking off in a sprint towards the prescription counter. you find it. B King.
this cant be right. you look at the bag. it says you filled it. you slowly peer into the bag⌠you dont remember filling it. this bag is filled to the brim with bacon.
âhurry upâ he says as politely as he can, âi need my medicine.â
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