A way a lone a last a loved a long the by Sam M. '07
An opportunity for heated debate and a cry for revolution.
This weekend I went on a rafting trip down the Kennebec river in mid-to-Northern Maine with some people from my dorm. The Edwards Dam apparently didn’t do much for the rainbow smelt population in the river, but it did make for some pretty nice “class 4” rapids on the upper part of the river. We had about 36 people go, we slept in cabins, we swam, we played Mafia, and we saw the aurora borealis.
I’m a little too sleepy to blog about all of it tonight, so I’ll leave you with this moral dilemma:
On the way home, we stopped at a Wendy’s. I ordered a #5 Spicy Chicken Fillet combo. However, I was served a #4 Big Bacon Classic combo with mayonnaise and pickles. Now, as you can see, the actual nutritional difference between the two sandwiches was pretty much negligible; however, I really wanted some poultry, so I took the hamburger and my receipt back up and asked for a chicken sandwich. The cashier gave me a chicken sandwich, then took the hamburger, took it behind the counter, and threw it out. I understand that this should be company policy, since I had already handled the food and it was no longer saleable, but still–wouldn’t it have been better to give the defective hamburger back to me rather than immediately disposing of it? Anyway, my dormmates and I had a passionate discussion about it on the bus, and then I called Mitra to settle things from an economic perspective. So, as I see it, these are the two main arguments:
A: I shouldn’t get the hamburger, because I didn’t pay for it.
B: I should get the hamburger, because they were going to throw it out anyway, so what does it matter whether it goes in the trash or into the mouth of somebody I know?
What do you guys think? And have any of you actually worked at a fast food establishment? Is there a logical reason for this throw-out-the-bad-food policy that I’m just missing because of my blinding love for Wendy’s spicy chicken?
Anyway, until the matter is resolved I’m boycotting Wendy’s, and I would encourage you to join me. Maybe, if I’m so motivated, I’ll write a letter to Wendy herself asking for an apology. Then, and only then, will I be able to enjoy in good conscience those tender, flaky, tangy sandwiches once more.
Yeah, so tomorrow… actual rafting!