Not sure how the health department feels…
So I’m in a local Burger King the other day. It’s three in the afternoon and the kid and I are starving. We get our food and we sit down to eat in the nearly empty store.
There’s another kid there, a little girl of about six. She’s dressed (so my nine-year-old tells me) like Hannah Montana, of whom I am blessedly ignorant. She seems to be alone. She’s got a Hannah Montana karaoke microphone, and she’s singing and dancing, watching herself in the mirrors that line the walls. Yes, in the Burger King. It’s an odd sight.
I realize after a few minutes, that there’s a cashier with a lot of interest in her. Keeps leaning out over the counter, peeking, then going back to whatever she needs to do. “That must be Mom,” I say to my little person.
This Hannah-ite continues dancing, and my kid leans in to me. “She’s not wearing any shoes,” she says. Nope. In fact, she’s been dancing barefoot the whole time, which escaped me in the general screwiness of being serenaded by this cutie while eating my chicken sandwich.
Mom comes out a few minutes later, asks about the shoes, and says “Thanks for being patient, sweetie, Daddy will be here to pick us up in just a few minutes, I’m going to get my things.”
Doesn’t tell her to put on the shoes.
I trust their clean.
Clean is a big factor in Maximum Customer Experience. Think of all the places you won’t go because you know you can’t stand how dirty they are. Think of the sigh of relief you get when a place you expect to be filthy (say, a mechanic’s shop that you’ve never been to before) turns out to be squeaky-clean and fresh smelling.
Would you let your kid walk barefoot where you work?
Grow and be well,
Kelly Erickson












23 December 2008, 7:42 am
Hmmm…God Forbid, should the Free-range Hippie-child wear SHOES in public. Obviously she’s being raised by a couple of those “Permissive” New-Age parents.
They’ll be paying for this 10 years from now, in psychiatrist bills.
Though I shouldn’t laugh too hard. My nephew apparently only has ONE set of footwear. (I kid you not): rubber boots. That’s the only thing he’ll wear (or else go barefoot).
Though at least he’s wearing footwear now. A few winters ago, him and his brother refused to wear boots. As a result, they missed half the winter by staying indoors.
But you know….let the kids to what they want…lest they become traumatized.
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23 December 2008, 7:53 am
Friar,
LOL. Permissive, new-age, Burger-King-cashier parents. Are you for them or against them??
Not that I want to reminisce about those days (again…), but when I was in fast food, NO WAY would I have let a kid go barefoot on our floors. You know those floors were clean if she’d ignore the bare feet. It really impressed me, in a funny sort of way.
(My niece and nephew are footwear-haters, but only at home, thank goodness. Being northern kids like your nephews, they have to put the boots on if they want to have any fun for four or five months of the year!)
Regards,
Kelly
23 December 2008, 8:25 am
Kelly
Since you’re a big fan of Gordon Ramsay, have you seen “Kitchen Nightmares”?
He’d be visiting a fancy-schmancy establishment…but when he goes back to inspect the kitchen, he often finds filth and rotten food. (After which Chef Gordon chews out the staff in a blistering salvo of profanity!..$%&*@#$!!!)
It’s scary. That show reduces my trust in restaurants. Especially when you see how grungy things are behind the scenes, even in places that are supposed to be high-class.
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23 December 2008, 12:17 pm
@Friar — ha, try working at a restaurant!
Oh wait, you worked at Mickey D’s, didn’t you? That experience alone will either toughen you up or make you eat at home for the rest of your life… Isn’t that where the original 5-second rule came from?
Anyone here see “Waiting” with that I’m-a-Mac guy? A little over the top, but basically nailed it, right down to the going out for “garbage runs” with the kitchen boys.
The “re-do steak” about says it all, doesn’t it…? Ugh.
~Graham
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23 December 2008, 1:31 pm
@Graham
Suprisingly, despite having worked at Ronald’s, 25 years later, I still like to eat there.
Actually, I found the play I worked reasonably clean. It was brain-dead drugery work with lots of grease, but I must admit, it was always being cleaned up.
Do you remember the mantra: “A time to lean..is a time to CLEAN!”
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23 December 2008, 1:42 pm
@Kelly — lol, of course I made my own mantra: If you’ve got time to clean, you’ve got time to lean…
I like to think I got a bit more creative with age.
~Graham
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23 December 2008, 1:44 pm
Oops – sorry Friar!
So used to saying “@Kelly” here, just saw my blunder. (Even though we hijack it half the time…!)
Perhaps a bit more creative, but a lot more prone to mental errors like that!
~Graham
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23 December 2008, 2:48 pm
I heard the word “hijack,” and I came running. Am I too late?
Friar,
I adore Kitchen Nightmares.
And OMG I remember “time to lean”! I can’t believe that crossed borders! Wow.
Another week, another frighteningly old McD’s memory drudged up. I should blog for them.
Graham,
Believe me, having put in so much time at restaurants is why I knew what a vote of confidence the mom’s acceptance of the bare feet was. *shudders at (some of) the memories*
Until later,
Kelly
23 December 2008, 3:09 pm
@Kelly (for real this time) – Barefoot is illegal in restaurants up here — even on patios, you need to have at least a flip flop. “No shoes, no shirt, no service.” Maybe they give a little leeway to kids?
~Graham
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23 December 2008, 3:48 pm
Graham,
Definitely illegal here too, so shh, don’t tell BK, okay?