One fall night, as I was scrolling through my Twitter feed, I stumbled upon a tweet from @Kc_Haynes. The tweet read, “Steak & shake sounds so good right now”. I instantly favorited the tweet as thoughts of the greasy deliciousness danced in my head. I don’t usually eat out, but when I do, it’s Steak n’ Shake. I was brought back to reality when my phone vibrated. I looked over at the now-lit screen to an iMessage notification from KC Haynes. I thought nothing of it as I slide my index finger right across the screen and typed in my 4 digit passcode. I opened up my messaging app and clicked on KC’s name with a blue dot next to it, indicating a new message. The message read, “Ugh I want steak & shake so bad.” I typed out, “Lets get it next weekend(heart …show more content…
There was no surprise at all when my mom said, “What?!” “I figured you didn’t know,” he said as I bite my lip to restrain myself from saying something I’d regret. My mom thanked the trooper and hung up. The trooper gave us a little lecture about not telling our parents where we were, but KC didn’t get a speeding ticket! He just told us we better get going and to drive safe. We thanked him and drove off. It didn’t take long for her to text me saying she had called my dad to inform him. Not too long after that, I got a text message from my dad. It was one of the most terrifying texts I had ever received. “Come see me when you get home” It read. The rest of our journey back was much quieter. We chatted as we both tried to process what had just happened. When we got to McDonald’s, I jumped in my car and headed home. Once I arrived home, upon his request, I went to wake my dad up. It took me a couple of tries of loudly whispering, “Dad!” He finally raised his head, but all he had to say was, “Go to sleep.” This scared me even more then his text. I hung my head as I walked out of his room and down to mine. I plopped onto my bed and immediately fell into a much-needed deep
That night:Tonight I am hoping he doesnt come back in here so I dont have to deal with it but he came.And with him was most likely nothing but trouble.I sat silently on my bed as he creaked that door open.I am planning on staying still until he leaves.But he sat there still opening it,centimeter by centimeter,my guess was he thought he was being
Chapter 1 discusses one of fast food’s developer, Carl N. Karcher. It begins by addressing his year of birth and place, Ohio; 1917. After eighth grade, he quit school and went through extending periods of time cultivating with his dad. At the age of twenty years old, he was offered a job by his uncle at his Feed and Seed store in Anaheim, California. He then went to California, which is when he met Margaret, his wife and started his own family. Carl and his wife purchased a hot dog cart, Margaret sold franks over the road from a Goodyear processing plant while Carl worked at a bakery. Amid this time, California's population was quickly growing, similar to the vehicle business. Carl in the end opened a Drive-In Barbeque eatery. The post-WWII
The story Home of the Whopper, by Thomas Frank really shines some light on what is really going on in these fast food restaurants. The author begins his story by starting at the beginning, on Hillsborough Road in Durham.
In the article “The End of Food,” Lizzie Widdicombe describes an advancement of our food culture through a new product developed by three young men living in San Francisco’s Tenderloin district. After failing to produce new inexpensive cellphone towers on a hundred seventy thousand dollar investment, the three men went on to try and develop software with their remaining funding. While trying to maximize their funding’s longevity, they realized that their biggest budget impediment was food. In fact, it reached the point where their diet comprised of mostly fast food, and eventually they despised the fact that they had to spend so much time and money on eating. Due to this hardship, Rob Rhinehart, one of the entrepreneurs, came up with the
The expression ‘Tweet before you eat’ has entered common diction in 2013. It is an unsolicited truth that many people now celebrate a top notch restaurant meal or a culinary achievement not by immediately diving in - but by a photo session. People seem to think that a plate of beautifully prepared food is no good unless it has been shared with their friends. 52% of the people take photos with their mobile devices at least once a month; another 19% upload those pictures to the web (Grinter et al., 2002; Wasserman, 2011). Enough of these pictures contain "foodtography" to upkeep the website Foodspotting (Wasserman, 2011). This trend is further fueled by Photoblogging apps like Instagram and the photo-enabled version of Foursquare. Recently several new apps have even been invented which only focus on pictures of food, e.g. Feedie and Instafood.
Today what is known as In-N-Out Burger was first founded by Harry Snyder and his wife Esther Snyder in 1948. The first location was in Baldwin Park California (ReferenceforBusiness.com). Now with over 200 locations in California, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, and Texas it has been ranked number one in many polls (ReferenceforBusiness.com). Today its headquarters are in Irvine California.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
It is 8:45 and Paul has just gotten on the interstate to make his normal commute to Longview from Tyler. About halfway there, Paul notices a state trooper right behind him. He frantically checks his speed! Too late!!!!!! The state trooper turns on his lights. Not only was Paul speeding, but now he will be late to a very important meeting at work.
While officer haul he was running over to check on the driver, he quickly dispatched out another unit who was just 5 minutes away, to cover the crash. The officer rapidly showed up on scene to find out what was going on! Officer Hale said there was no driver. They both searched to find the missing driver! Of course that needed a tow truck also so my uncle was called out.
A knot twisted my stomach and I quickly shut the drawer before I was on the floor having an uncontrollable mental breakdown. To take my mind off things, I booted up my laptop. Instantly his face popped up, my screen saver was a picture of us. I couldn’t escape him, and I didn’t want
Marketers are often accused of marketing to children to gain higher profits. Young children are targeted because they usually do not know right from wrong. Many people have criticized McDonald’s for advertising the Happy Meal towards young children for higher profits. Some people consider it unethical because the Happy Meal is so unhealthy. However, McDonald’s has taken many initiatives to show that it is a corporation that does not manipulate children for profit and that they care for children. The Ronald McDonald House Charities organization was created by McDonalds in 1974 to help children in need. The organization believes that helping one child will go a long way, and they express their commitment in their vision statement, “We believe when you change a child’s life, you change a family’s, which can change a community and, ultimately, the world” (Ronald McDonald House Charity). McDonald’s also provides donations for many other children’s charities and has taken steps to improve the Happy Meals by providing healthier options. McDonalds works hard towards making children all ove...
The reason he did this was so that I wasn’t traumatized by seeing my father be taken out on a stretcher. He ended up have to wait around nine minutes for my grandparents to come and pick me up before he even called 911 because he was worried they would come before my
Exhausted and slightly still upset from my ‘traumatic’ experience, I drift off to sleep laying between my parents. Nearly minutes later, I jolted awake from the blaring ringtone of my dad’s phone. He reached
This time was different. Normally when I ask what happened she says, “You know your father,” or something to that nature. This time was different; she would not talk to me or tell me what happened. I later found out that my dad had shattered his hip and pelvis.
Then the phone rang and Dad answered it. It was hard to tell what the conversation was about, it did not last long and Dad didn’t say much. When he hung up he was quiet. Then Mom asked, “Who was that, honey?” Blunt and to the point he said, “Grandma,” (his mom) “Grandpa got sick last night.” Suddenly I was not hungry any more. “What’s that mean?” Mom asked, taking the words right out of my mouth. Dad did not really know. All Grandma said was that Grandpa got up in the night, went to the bathroom, and then yelled for help before collapsing. She called 911 and an ambulance came and got him. From the hospital in Spirit Lake he was life-flighted to Sioux Falls.