One of the reasons I often find myself at the local Hardees is because the place is frequently empty, especially around lunch time on a Saturday. I can go in there after a good long grass mowing, read my paper and refill my soda several times before I head on out. It can be quite relaxing.
This past Saturday, something happened during my visit that prompted me to think about fast food dining rooms and the use of proper dining etiquette.
Allow me to set the scene: I’m sitting down in my local Hardee’s enjoying a delicious chicken club sandwich (just cleansing the palette). It’s the middle of the afternoon. There is one patron sitting along the wall to my left, facing the opposite wall. I have positioned myself in one of the booths near the back wall and facing the kitchen. The rest of the place is empty – don’t miss this key point!
This elderly fellow arrives and places his order. I thought to myself, “Hey look, there’s a new guy about to enjoy some delicious Angus beef – kudos to him for making such a smart decision. After all, good Angus is appreciated by all ages.” He completes his order, pays for the meal, slides over to the soda machine and fills his cup.
I can tell he’s ordered “in” by the type of numbered card he has been given by the Hardee’s maiden. I say to myself, “Well look at that, he’s placed his order, obtained his beverage, now he will most likely take his seat somewhere in the dining hall.” No sooner had the thought entered my mind, then the gentleman walked over and sat in the booth directly in front of me.
“What in the world is going on here?” I thought. He had the entire empty room to select from and he chooses this one table. I don’t get it. Does he expect me to carry on a conversation with him? He might as well have come over and sat in the same booth. My personal dining space was clearly being compromised.
Personal dining space, by the way, is a living and dynamic thing. It’s affected by several variables including the total number of patrons, direction the table or booth is facing, number of people dining with you, time of day, etc… All of these dictate where people should seat themselves after they have completed their order. But this should be the topic for another day.
I was fortunate in that I had only a bite or two left of my sandwich and I was able to take off before the situation got any more awkward. I collected my things, re-filled my soda, and exited the premises.
In hindsight I think about what happened and a new thought enters my mind – what if that man was no stranger? What if that man was me – from the future?