The man behind the lunch counter wants to know what I want on my sandwich. I ordered the special. Give me whatever goes on the special. As a matter of fact, just give me whatever you want. It all tastes pretty good.
As I pondered getting cable television, I realized the only real reason I wanted it was to watch MTV. Many people I know have been talking about the video for this song or that song, and I wanted to be in on the conversation. I wanted to be able to tell them how much each video annoyed me and why.
Ordering food at a fast food joint has made itself even simpler than it ever was. All you have to do is ask for a meal number and you get a sandwich, drink, and fries, complete with all the condiments. In fact, it can fluster the cashier if you actually say the corporately defined name of the sandwich you want to eat. Don't muddy the issue at hand with names. The days of Big Macs and Whoppers are gone. Just give me a number one. And biggie size it!
I am from a generation that grew up watching television. I will chew whatever you throw at me. There are certain lines that must be drawn (for example I would never watch… umm… let's see…), but most of the time, it's all the same. I admit that I do see people around me specifying in which direction the honey mustard should be spread on their turkey wrap, but I don't understand them. Don't they watch television? Don't they know that you can't control what happens behind the screen? You are lucky you get to decide what channel to watch.
Tue 31 Jul 2001 12:27 PM
