Hardee's

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I miss the 1990s. I miss being a career confused, emotionally immature, relationship challenged 20-something. I miss the early days of the Internet, and AOL chat rooms. Not! No, actually, what I really miss about the 90s is the fact that the Twin Cities had Hardee’s locations everywhere. But today, they are so rare that unless you wish to travel to West Anoka Nowhere or the frightening big bad inner city Midway, you are mostly out of luck. I happened to be driving through the Midway recently and decided to stop at Hardees. There were a bunch of rowdy teen ager sitting in a booth waiting for their food. I placed my order and got my number on my red plastic sign. I waited and waited and waited. Soon I observed an angry father asking for his money back: he was tired of waiting. There was another group waiting as well. Actually, no one in the lobby had their food. I spent a few more minutes sitting and admiring the sights of the nearby Concordia University football stadium and an extra fancy Target. I soon ran out of patience and went to inquire about my order. I received apologies and finally got my order. The food was actually really good. But upon leaving, one of the rowdy teen agers said to me “man, we’ve been waiting here for, like, 25 minutes?” Something is obviously wrong if that many people have to wait a long time for their food. I don’t think the manager is at fault. The problem is that his hired help consist of lazy entitled kids who don’t know the meaning of hard work. And some of them probably think they deserve 15 bucks an hour. No, people, you don’t just get it. You have to earn it. Now move your ass.