First off, a geography lesson. The McDonald’s near my house has a giant two story play area. Big enough that the party room is in a second floor loft, hanging over the play area.

Scene, twenty minutes ago: a clutch of McDonald’s employees in full uniform, including the assistant manager, march through the play area in single line, on their way to the party room.

Following behind, some guy in a hundred dollar shirt and forty dollar pants. He was carrying a cerloxed document, something like the reports prepared by consultants.

He was also carrying one of those oversized personal organizers. You know, the black ones, woven of high tech polymers, with an oversized zipper around the edge. Sort of like a Trapper Keeper for adults.

Looking at the dirty floor and misplaced chairs scattered around the play area, Mr. “From Mitch And Murray Downtown” turns and asks a shift employee trailing behind him:

“Wow. Don’t you have someone working lobby?”

No answer. He repeats himself. Still no answer.

That meeting is NOT going to go well.