Look, I’m not big into fast food. I mean, I nibble at the stuff now and again but hardcore player in the junk food arena? Nope, not me. However, recently I’ve been ‘on the run’ more often than not and find myself painted into a corner on grabbing a quick bite. Now there are plenty of options for delicious fast food. We have McDonalds and their yummy french fries. We have Taco Bell, with double-decker taco supremes. We even have Burger King with Whopper cheese, no pickle, cut in half. All good. But, when in a pinch, I tend to go Micky-D’s and be done with it.
The other day, I pull into the drive-through (that’s how I roll) and wait for the speaker to crackle to life. Low and behold, I hear this perfect voice ask if I would like to try a “Cinnemelt this morning?” When I say perfect voice, I’m talking the smooth tones of Barry White; the dulcet nuances of James Earl Jones; the classic enunciation of the ‘movie promo guy.’ I catch myself thinking, “Woah, great voice. I almost want to buy a Cinnemelt!” I avoid the obvious temptation and go with my order.
Now a new voice comes on, confirming my order. A decidedly accented voice one would associate with a modern fast food establishment. (Not that I have an issue with that, I’m just saying.) The new voice happily finishes my order and instructs me to “pull around.” I realize the original voice was a recording. A perfect, native, slightly provocative, white dood kinda recording.
I don’t know. It just feels wrong to me. Like Micky-D’s is trying to hide something. What-evah!