OK, granted, maybe it's a bit sad to be retelling stories of working at a certain fast food chain with a clown motif. The world is pretty screwed up and our political system is being tested to the brink of collapse, while I'm here writing about the antics of a bunch of lunk-heads throwing cheese onto the ceiling.
Which reminds me, when I was working at the aformentioned clown head restaurant, I invented a designer sandwich christened "The Hoyt Special". ...Pssst, don't tell anybody but it was actually the combination of a breakfast sandwich and what was called a "Moby Jack" (an appetizing block of pneumatically compressed fish). So, try this recipe if you must at your own peril: 1 slice ham, 1 grilled egg, 2 slices of American cheese, 1 deep-fried fish filet, 2 tble spns of tartar sauce on a lightly toasted split-level hamburger bun.
I made poster art advertising the Hoyt Special which I propped up on the counter at night when the manager was away. The example here is a photo of the original artwork. And there were a couple of takers of the Hoyt Special, as I recall. Amazing. It's a wonder, with such enterprising instincts, that I didn't become Donald Trump... but then again how could I? He's not me and I am not he.
Yes, this is all very sad.