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March 22, 2004
THE BORDER
So I went into a fast food establishment tonight, the best option available to me after a late evening at the office. I won't tell you which one, but it's the one with the chihuahua and that invents new products every few months and figures that as long as they give it a name with three syllables and that ends in an "a," we'll believe that it's something we could buy in Monterrey.
What caught my eye as I walked in was the sign placed prominently on the wall behind the registers, right alongside the employee of the month plaque. It said, "We proudly wash and rinse our hands." This apparently is a mark of great pride for the ownership and employees of the establishment; perhaps they feel that other places in the area don't wash, or maybe they think I'll be more inclined to eat more if I realize that they do indeed wash & rinse. Frankly, if they feel the need to point it out to me that they wash their hands, I'm less inclined to ever eat there again.
