Fast Food Media Frenzy
Contemplating the consequences of harassing the fast food community
July 2014 — I have been following the story about the little Mississippi girl that was supposedly asked to leave a Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant because her disfigured face — which resulted from a recent dog attack — was upsetting some of the customers. At first I was understandably outraged at KFC, but then contrary reports began to surface, indicating that this story that gained the little girl and her family so much sympathy and support appeared to be a hoax.
Two separate investigations show no evidence that the little girl and her grandmother even entered the restaurant, let alone were told to leave due to her disfigured face. The purpose of the hoax was to raise money for her treatment, etc. Now I was really outraged, but this time at the child's grandmother, etc.
However, the devilish side of my brain kicked in. What would happen if I proclaimed that a fast food restaurant had asked me to leave because my type 2 diabetes tattoo (on my left forearm) was upsetting their employees and clientele? My tattoo was just too much of a reminder that eating fast food can cause one to become overweight, which can contribute to type 2 diabetes.
Would I garner sympathy and support? I would like to think so. Maybe the American Diabetes Association would lead marches to fast food restaurants on my behalf. Maybe Mrs. Obama would welcome me to the White House, where we would be served diabetic friendly snacks. Maybe my new found fame would land me on talk shows. I would love to meet Jon Stewart!
How would the fast food folks respond? Would they introduce more fruits and salads into their menus? We all know that we would gladly pass up a greasy, carb-saturated burger for a good salad, right? (I really am having trouble keeping a straight face.) I have never seen a Wendy's and thought about a salad while knowing that they have awesome double half-pounders with cheese. And don't forget their incredible fries!
I think the fast food industry would more likely refute my story and claim they are only selling what the public wants. Besides, there is no link between diabetes and being overweight, right? (Wink, wink.) We won't talk about heart disease, high blood pressure, or strokes, either. They, along with type 2 diabetes, are such negatives — they might ruin people's appetites.
After harassing the fast food community, I could turn my attention to the grandmother that created the alleged hoax. How about I visit her, have lunch, and then suffer a low sugar event right before her eyes. I wouldn't just sweat and shake, I would also drop to the floor and thrash around like a fish out of water. I bet that would make her "run to Jesus!" After being a type 2 diabetic for seven years, I know how to make it happen. Could I sue her for causing the low? Nah, it wouldn't be worth it. The real money is with big business. Beware fast food restaurants… I might be coming for a visit.
Disclaimer?dLife's Viewpoints columnists are not all medical experts, but everyday people living with diabetes and sharing their personal experiences, most often at a set point in time. While their method of diabetes management may work for them, everyone is different. Please consult with your diabetes care team before acting on anything you read here to find out what will work best for you.
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