People who skip their ECON classes have been fighting for $15 minimum wage, and I never thought it would affect my life in such a positive way.
One fine afternoon, my dear wife suddenly wants some French fries. I have no choice but to drive to a McDonald’s to get her some. The drive-thru is very long – maybe their wives are also craving for fries! – so I decide to park the car and walk in.
Before people start advocating for the $15 minimum wage, life was tough. To order some fries I would be asked by a McDonald’s employee,
“What size for your fries, sir? Small or large?”
“Small, please.” I would say.
“Okay, one small fries. Anything else for today sir?”
“No, thank you.”
“Any drink to go with the fries?”
“No, just the fries. Thank you.”
“Alright. The total for today will be $1.84.”
“Here y…”
“Would you like to donate 10% to St. Charles’ Arbitrary Charity today?”
“Um, no, thank you.” I would answer, trying to imagine what sort of difference would I have contributed with a hefty amount of 84 cents.
But it’s no longer like that. Not today. Not since kind folks around the country start fighting for $15 minimum wage, and large corporations start voicing their supports to the movement, saying how it is a wonderful idea, while slowly replace their staff with self-serving kiosks. Walmart. Target. Panera Bread. McDonald’s. In New York City where $15 minimum wage has been adopted, people are shocked to find food prices rising, WSJ reporting.
I walk into a McDonald’s to buy my wife some French fries. I see a nice computer screen asking me what I want. I quietly press some buttons and pay. Shortly after, someone puts the fries on the counter for me to take, then quickly disappears to the back before I can say thank you. I walk out with my fries. Zero human interaction. Lovin’ it.
