A sequel to Getting More Tale #509: Rant Random
GETTING MORE TALE#665: Rant Random II: A Canadian Complaint
Saturday, March 3 2018 was a gorgeous afternoon. Because I had been on the radio from 12:30 to 2:30 am, I didn’t get out that morning. I usually like to run my errands before noon on the weekends if possible, when things are less busy. I needed my beauty sleep that day. That’s how I keep my youthful looks after all.
With the windows down, I hit “play” on Rush’s Clockwork Angels and headed out. The sound of “The Wreckers” filled my speakers. Stop #1 was McDonalds. The parking lot was pretty full so I knew they’d be busy, but what I saw upon entry really pissed me off.
You know those kiosk terminals you can order from now? My McDonalds has four. And all four were being taken up by a single family. A mom, a dad, and two young children were all ordering separately…and slowly.
“Mommy! Mommy! What do I push now?” said the young girl, as her mom was ordering for herself. “Here sweety,” she said as she paused her own order to help the child. On the other side, dad was doing the same for the son, who couldn’t figure out how to order. Then, they all passed around a debit card so they could each pay. I stood there at the front of a loose “line”, watching this unfold in agonisingly slow detail.
As soon as the little girl finished on her terminal, I jumped on, to emphasise my pissed-off-ness.
Parents: It’s really nice that you used a Saturday at lunch hour rush to teach your children (separately) how to order from a McDonalds terminal, but don’t you think there are better lessons to learn? Such as how to take turns and share something?
Back to the car with the food, and back to Clockwork Angels with windows down. Next up: first single, “Headlong Flight”. I drove over to Tim Horton’s to get Jennifer a coffee. Yes, they serve coffee at McDonalds (and some would say better coffee) but I had to make a special stop because Mrs. LeBrain does not drink anything but Horton’s. And it was a nice day, and a great album to hear with the windows down.
My second complaint of the day, and a frequent one: if you’re in the drive-through at Tim Horton’s, and it’s busy, don’t leave an entire car length between you and the car in front of you. There’s nothing more frustrating than being next in line, but not being able to get close enough to the speaker to order. If the guy in front had just moved ahead a few feet (he had plenty of room) this wouldn’t be an issue.
So I rolled down the windows a little further and let the parking lot hear some “Wish You Well” from Clockwork Angels. That’s Geddy Lee and he’s a national treasure, people.
Coffee in hand, I headed back home with Geddy, Neil and Alex. Not a bad album to go out on, by the way. If you have to retire it’s nice to be able to go out on a high note like Rush did. It felt like a very Canadian afternoon — out celebrating a warm day in March; always a joy when it happens. It’s great to be Canadian, where the biggest complaint you have is about the line at Tim Horton’s. Keeping our minor peeves in perspective, let’s be glad to be Canadian.