I always start my ordering process at Mickey D’s with a softball: a crispy chicken sandwich plus cheese. A newbie cashier will ask if I want cheddar or American, but the grizzled, “let’s cut the shit” cashiers will straight up be like, “the yellow or white one,” ruining all illusion that I was ever choosing anything that was in the cheese family. Those are the employees I like the most. They’re not about pretense. They keep it raw and real, like Dr. Iyanla Vanzant, but instead of fixing lives of C-list black celebs, they’re taking my order.
