Except for their exceptionally tasty fries, I've never been particularly fond of McDonald's. I'm a WHATABURGER man to the core. However, fifteen minutes away by foot from where we live is a McDonald's. The entire staff is manned by Japanese, or to be more exact, it is girled by young Japanese females. The first time I walked into that place I... WAS... IMPRESSED.The place is immaculate, absolutely spotless, almost clinically spotless. But what I couldn't tear my eyes from was the hired help. Working behind the counter and in the kitchen were about a half-dozen oriental beauties, all flashing wide smiles and bright eyes. The scene gave me pause. Their jet-black hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, white blouses starched to perfection, and the black skirts they wore accentuated their femininity. They exuded complete and total professionalism. Ronald McDonald would be proud, if not charmed.
I was pleased to step up to the counter and address a young female who was not sporting a tattoo, slutty makeup or body piercings of any sort. Instead, I found that these young Asians seemed not in the least bothered taking my order. Too many times back home my order has been taken by some juvenile indifferent to the paying customer. These young Japanese ladies were all smiles. It was infectious.
I can't remember the taste of the burger I ordered, but I will not soon forget those striking porcelain-skinned beauties.
