System failure

There was no joy in Mudville (or Mar'ville) this weekend at McD's. When I arrived on Saturday, I found that the basement had flooded and it smelled like sewage. Strangely, I found a small smile creeping on my face when I heard the news. Then, all our computers crashed and for awhile, we had to manually take orders. Everyone went crazy and they were flustered and it made me laugh. I wanted to line everone up in a single-file line and take them outside and have them gaze up at the shining golden arches that adorn our precious establishment. Then I would ask them, "Where do you work?" After they all replied, "McDonald's," I would then say, EXACTLY. This is NOT some top government agency where a system failure would result in the destruction of a small country, or the loss of important records and stuff. It's a HAMBURGER. A greasy, nasty, drippy, HAMBURGER. It is NOT the end of the world. They take things SO seriously, and I just have to laugh. I'm sure they thought I was crazed as they thought the world was coming to an end in Hamburger-Land, and I stood there with a silly grin on my face. I did get a few looks when a girl ran back and exclaimed with much consternation (for you, Cowboy!), "The computers crashed!" and I responded with, "That's AWESOME!" I learned then to keep my comments to myself, but everytime a new "disaster" would occur, I found myself nodding and grinning. McDonalds. It's just McDonalds.