In a 24 hour service culture; you’d think that you’d be able
to get whatever you want, at any time of the day. Ice cream sundae for
breakfast; evening; a whiskey slammer with your porridge, or even get pop to
your gym at 3 in the morning. But no. I’d agreed to give someone a lift to the
airport; and their flight was ridiculously early. So on the way back I decided
to pop into a 24 hour McDonald's for breakfast. I knew that there were some
restrictions on the menu as I’d previously seen a group of Muslim lads come in
after a night shift to order fish burgers; to be told that only breakfast would
be served which meant they had to leave empty-handed. This time, it was my
turn. ‘Sorry mate; breakfast starts in ten minutes’ said the spotted teenager
behind the till. Luckily, I had a voucher for a free coffee; which I was then
able to use while I drummed the time away for me to get a breakfast bagel. And
that drumming was put to excellent use; as I managed to make progress on a
hefty novel that I’d been reading. And at least I knew that my food would be
cooked too; and not just left on the shelf as a leftover from another order.
But it does raise the question that; if it’s a 24 hour service; then surely
that service should cater to you?
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