McDonald’s Ranks Last in Consumer Satisfaction Index: Are You McLovin’ the Service There?

They're a fast food joint. They give you delicious, horribly unhealthy food quickly and cheaply and send you on your way. Sure, I eat at fast food joints so infrequently that if I were counting the times on my fingers, id be shocked if I needed both hands (Excluding Subway) so I don't have a large sample size to work with, but every time ive been there, Id say the service ranges from, "Pleasantly indifferent" to "Overcompensating-Ly cheerful". But I think that people eat so damn much fast food that they need to place some blame on the restaurant instead of themselves. And if you have learned anything from arguing on Sodahead, it's that if you have a problem with one thing an entity does, you have to assume the worst about everything that entity does or says, (Remember that last time someone here said, "Oh you voted for politician X, who I dislike, but you raise a good point? Hell, you get off easy if you don't get called fascist). People don't like being fat, so McDonalds must have terrible customer service.

People need to get a grip. McDonalds is a delicious place to eat. If you don't show a little self control and eat there regularly, you are going to get fat and race towards heart disease. If you go there once in a great while as a treat, you will be fine and you will enjoy some delicious, greasy, cheesy ambrosia. You will be served by normal Americans, who may be irresponsible teens at times, but they also arn't exactly performing brain surgery. Maybe in some larger, social construct McDonalds holds some blame with health problems in society, but at the level of you at a register with a Burger and some underpaid teen, don't project your inability to stop shoveling junk into your gullet onto some imaginary deficit of employee character. You're not there to see the wine list and get some freshly ground pepper on your salad, you're there to grab your McRib and 2 happy meals on your way home from a late running baseball game where you just can't imagine turning on the stove.