Has anyone…or you dear reader, ever truly stopped and thought about the inherent trust we have in our fellow man?
The reason I bring this up was triggered by something so trivial, I had to explore my own thoughts on this and write it down. It got my attention.
I was in a McDonalds™ the other day and had ordered a Big Mac™ with large fries. I was standing at the counter and kinda slipping into the vegetative state that we all tend to go to while waiting for fast food. I tend to watch the workers and reminisce about my high school days as a Taco Villa employee. How sad is it when you tell a teenaged worker at Mickey Dee’s, with obvious nostalgia, that we didn’t have all that fancy crap when we were in high school? We had to cook the burgers on the grill, and slice our own fries!
Punks! Don’t know what hard work is. Or polyester….or corduroy for that matter, or Welcome Back Kotter.
I’m watching the intricate ballet of my order being assembled, looking here looking there, when I focus on the guy filling my French fry box. He fills it full with fries and looks at his handy work. That’s when he pulls out a fry that is longer than the others and chucks it back into the fry bin. And he’s not even wearing the little hand condom most places insist on now. “He just threw that fry back” I thought with alarm. Someone’s gonna get a fry that was pulled from someone else’s order, and it was touched by a bare hand! “This is a teenage boy”…I think my next thought…I was a teenage boy once. I know EXACTLY where his hands have been!
“Man…the trust we have in people” I thought. Then I thought more…
Think about these scenarios:
A) Driving down a 2 lane road, an oncoming car coming from the opposite direction. You grip the wheel a little tighter, move to the right a little bit more (left for the Limeys) and wait. Then you think, What if this guy is nuts and the last thing he shouted at his cheating wife when he stormed out of their foreclosed house was “I’ll F’n show you!” and then peels out of his driveway planning to crash into the first car he sees. Am I the only one this happens to?
B) Oh, never ever send food back to the kitchen. Trust me on this.
C) A doctor walks into the exam room and tells you to drop your drawers or throw your legs up into stir-ups….And we do it! With no hesitation! We let them handle our family jewels without a thought. With women it’s even worse I think. Oh…quick question: Why do women go to a male OBGYN? This has never made sense to me.
I am a man. The Doc is a man. When I look at a woman’s Hoo-ha, I think about sex. It just happens. I can’t control it. It is in our DNA. So, if you women readers wanna throw out “He’s a trained doctor and a professional!” Believe me when I tell you that no man is THAT professional. I don’t give a shit what anybody says. All men are pigs.
D) Buying food from street vendors or roadside BBQ stands also worry me now. Have you ever seen The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?
E) The Canned goods in the grocery store are another concern. What if someone accidentally, or just for the hell of it, dropped something like…pee, poop, or lye into a big vat of cooking soup?
I could go on and on about other examples, but I’m freaking myself out now. I am a guy and a trucker. I am an avid believer in the 10 second rule. I will eat chicken wings that have sat in my truck for 3 days without hesitation!
We are a civilization that has come to grips with the fact that sometimes it’s better to just ignore things. We trust people in certain jobs because we are taught that is the way it is.
I believe in the goodness possible in all men. But I’m also not stupid and know there are people that will pee in your coffee, spit in your food, jerk off in the taters or have cold hands when they grab your Hoo-ha’s.
This is just something I wanted to bring up and make you think about it.
Do we trust people out of:
C) Or because we want to?
I want to trust people.