[DISCLAIMER: prepare yourself for an abnormal post. Like, not really any ‘thoughts’–just dead brain vomit. Consider yourself warned.]
So, for some reason, I had an urge to write a fast food haiku–do people write those?
Yes. Yes they do. Here are a few of my favorites that I ran across:
Chinese take-out box
It’s a common quick dinner.
Soon hungry again.
Fish is all they serve
At Long John Silver’s drive-through.
That’s so disgusting.
[This site has a pretty great list of the major food chains.]
Fast-food wage, in short, is not
Enough to live on.
[Found here. That’s why this is a summer job.]
And yes, someone did actually write one about DQ:
Dairy Queen is Great
The Blizzards, The Malts, and Shakes
So Stop In Today!!!
[Thank you, Milford DQ]
But honestly, we can do better than that, right?
Visored girl greets you.
“We have blizzards, not concretes.
Psst–don’t get hot dogs.”
Mm, not too good. How about…
Welcome to DQ!
Would you like to try any
Of our baked… ITEMS?
Actually, I didn’t write that–that’s the message on our drive-thru right now, and yes, there is a super awkward pause before “items.”
Let’s try one about the kitchen, where I work:
Ask for no-salt fries
If you want them hot and fresh.
Workers will hate you.
Kidding about the last line–sort of. We don’t hate our customers. Except for the ones that are super obnoxious, demanding, slow, or forget to tell us they didn’t want pickle on that double cheeseburger and then complain about it.
Alright, alright. We’ll end on a positive note.
It’s fan-food they say:
We love working as a team
To make your food right!
Less exciting, but probably the most accurate.
Maybe no one else likes haikus as much as I do (honestly, I mostly like them for the ridiculous factor–I mean, they claim to be poems, but they don’t rhyme! Come on, Asia…), but if anyone shares my strange fondness for them, I’d love to hear some of yours–especially if they’re inspired by the fast-food industry or your job.
Because haikus make
Your job seem more poetic
Even though it’s not.