Just Give Me the Usual - Death at the Hands of Contemporary Society

      There was a time, at least, perhaps, I can remember a time, when we weren't all such little whining crybabies when we walked into a restaurant. Although, I'm sure that there's always been someone pouting far off in a corner somewhere about not having enough mustard on their sandwich, these times might of been rarer then than they are now. It was a simple time then, and it seems as though it might of been simple because of the trust we had in whatever it was we were putting in our mouths and who ever the person behind the counter was, we could feel good knowing that he was doing the best he could.
      Whatever happened to places where you walked in to the spot and could look over the menu, choose what you wanted and didn't ask for any substitutions? Having trust in knowing that if they got you in the door and you're sitting down, then just take it as it is. Allergies I can understand, but simply removing ingredients from a sandwich, or a composed plate, only because you don't like them boggles my mind. The ingredients are there for a reason, a flavor profile, picked for optimal flavor, you start pulling pieces out and you're fucking with the tower of taste. It may have something to do with the fact that people now have become more demanding than ever. Stand in a Starbucks for 5 minutes and you'll hear some of the stupidest request ever to leave someones mouth. And why do the people keep doing this? It's because we let them, because we allow it to happen, and in doing so, we allow our product to lose any integrity it ever had. If you're going to serve it that way, then you're serving shit food to shit people. It's true that money is green no matter where it comes from, but there's something out there more important than just a few dollars, there's a joy, a joy in food, that no amount of money can ever put down.
      I realize that this isn't the world we live in, it's reached critical mass, we can no longer stand away from the crowd and shout, but have to submit to the crowd and let them have our way with us. Give them what they want, however it is they want it, and bow down to the dollars that be. Personally, I can't do that, but i can understand it, and i know it's what makes this place exactly what it is. There was a time once, where we could just say, "i'll take the usual." But that time has ceased to be, and what are we left with now? We're left with bland, tasteless, poor quality food. But the people are happy, because they get what they want.
      I don't want to give you what you want, i want to give you something that will blow your fucking taste buds down your throat and have you sit there in a coma, in a euphoric state, that can come close to sexual and borderline on sleepyhead.
       This is all speculation. It's a thought on how things should be, but never will. This is not how things work now. The heart is in the right place, but the reality of the situation over rules that kind of love and leaves us with a small hole in our chest that can never be filled, no matter how much whiskey, cigarette smoke, or pills you shove down in there, there's always going to be that hole where the right kind of love should live, but the right kind of love does not exist, so we must cope with the society norms and stand quietly with our hands behind our back and submit. Submission to the dollar, submission to the request, submission to any kind of defensive move we can make to keep our product as pure as possible. I realize i am the only one who thinks along these lines, and in an idealistic fashion, they do sound correct, but realistically i'm just dying slowly.
      You can no longer take the usual. You must now take option 1 with no carrots, and sauce b instead of sauce a. In fact, I've changed my mind, could you please give me option 2 with a side of option 1 *sans carrots* and sauce a is okay, but if you could spoon a little of sauce b into sauce a and swirl them together, not mix, because if you mix them it gives a weird tint and taste, but swirl, yes i said swirl, please swirl them together, oh, and also, can you make sure you don't put any of that parsley on there, i hear that stuff gives you cancer and it's also very salty. 
      This is the world. I live here. This is the way it is now. Suicide is not an option. So now i must submit and keep this  idea out back, along with all the others that no longer apply to our dwindling society that has their heads wrapped around technology. There was a time when being smart, being quick, being intelligent was something to reach towards. Now it seems that nostalgia is passed it's time.. Stupidity is the new cool, and the smart kids are just pessimistic little bastards, with strong views, opinions, and thoughts. Embrace me technology and simple minded fashion. Love me, twitter me, facebook me, fuck me like on tv, blind me, blind me, white light, oh blind me.