I went to the newly opened 'In N Out' Burger in yesterday with M@ and the Brother. I like a good burger and fry like any of my peers raised in a society that conditions kids to like burgers and fries from birth do, and so we decided to load ourselves into the rickety-ass car and go gorge ourselves.
When we got to the parking lot, a Rent-A-Cop with delusions of grandeur told us the wait was 40 minutes if we wanted to stand in line. Jono noticed the drive thru was open, so he asked how long the wait was there, and Mr. Rent-A-Cop told us it was a 2 hour line if we wanted to wait in our car.
Ah, America.
We, as a people, would rather wait in line an hour and twenty minutes longer, idling our cars and polluting the environment while sitting on our immoble behinds for the sake of buying food to expand these behinds, than get out of our cars and stand in the open air.
Cars have become such status symbols for us as a people that we seem to have forgotten that they really only exist for the sake of getting us places. We seem to forget that we were born with moving parts that are useful for getting us from point A to point B, and so we decide to move ourselves around in bulky machines that cause more accidental deaths per year than virtually anything else.
Why do we all have to have one of our own? Why do we expect our own car the minute we turn 16? Why do we judge others by their cars and spend hours upon hours making sure ours is the most 'pimped'? Why the obsession?
Why will we sit for two hours in somthing with a controlled climate, controlled speed, controlled volume rather than venturing out into someplace that doesnt even pretend to be under our control, where we can experience something real?
Sometimes, i really do see us all as sheep...
When we got to the parking lot, a Rent-A-Cop with delusions of grandeur told us the wait was 40 minutes if we wanted to stand in line. Jono noticed the drive thru was open, so he asked how long the wait was there, and Mr. Rent-A-Cop told us it was a 2 hour line if we wanted to wait in our car.
Ah, America.
We, as a people, would rather wait in line an hour and twenty minutes longer, idling our cars and polluting the environment while sitting on our immoble behinds for the sake of buying food to expand these behinds, than get out of our cars and stand in the open air.
Cars have become such status symbols for us as a people that we seem to have forgotten that they really only exist for the sake of getting us places. We seem to forget that we were born with moving parts that are useful for getting us from point A to point B, and so we decide to move ourselves around in bulky machines that cause more accidental deaths per year than virtually anything else.
Why do we all have to have one of our own? Why do we expect our own car the minute we turn 16? Why do we judge others by their cars and spend hours upon hours making sure ours is the most 'pimped'? Why the obsession?
Why will we sit for two hours in somthing with a controlled climate, controlled speed, controlled volume rather than venturing out into someplace that doesnt even pretend to be under our control, where we can experience something real?
Sometimes, i really do see us all as sheep...
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I think Lindy's (on Fourth) has even better burgers, although not by much.