Sometimes, our local DQ workers have to actually cook up some food for the customers.  This makes sense, as uncooked food is yucky and full of dangerous bacteria.  Cold burgers get complaints.  Uncooked burgers start fights.

   This food has to come from somewhere, of course, somewhere far from the store.  It needs to be bagged up and shipped, too.  And all of those boxes need to be labelled.

   The result is that someone, somewhere, had to name each and every seperate food item that comes to DQ.  

   And that someone is wacko.

   See, the normal person might look at something and say "Oh, look, french fries!"  Not our distributors.  They have other ideas.  To me, the thoughtful individual, accurate and concise names would be appropriate for all record keeping purposes as well as marking the boxes of transportable food.  After all, aptly named supplies give rise to aptly kept records.  Keeping the descriptions on the boxes allows the employees who move and ship the boxes to quickly and efficiently identify that which needs to be moved.  Efficiency increases the consumer's satisfaction (being my place of occupation) as well as quality of product and service.  But careful now, remember that the guy who names these common-place food items is a wacko.  He may not be certifiably insane, but all the evidence from his actions seems to say otherwise.  Seemingly obvious descriptions and titles for fast-food products are discarded and some silly misnomer is instead chosen by our resident loon.  The man, the Adam of the fast-food world, dispenses whatever title he sees fit on his company's products in a seemingly random fashion.  And he surely reigns supreme in the naming department, as no reasonable supervisor would look this man in the eyes and say 'Good job!' without immediately proceeding to say something sarcastic and insulting thereafter.

  No no, this man does a poor job.  But the results are humorous.

   Coming soon... very soon.