Paying for my meal at Ross’ Shake Shack made me feel very American. Not in the way that I felt good about being alive and productive in my country, but in that I was granting a very large sum of money to someone that didn’t earn it, sort of like the bail-outs from a few years back. While I was not granting hundreds of billions of dollars, the $ 26 I shelled out for two lunches was way too much. A tiny burger, two rather unimpressive chicken tenders, a collection of fries, and two shakes does not equal $ 26. $ 13 is the highest anyone with a conscience would ever charge for that. I’m guessing that half of my $ 26 bail-out went to their extremely greedy CEO: Ross. The sticker shock was not appreciated. Like all John Travolta fans, I know that a $ 5 milkshake is something to be cautious about. I didn’t realize the shakes here would be $ 6, but I figured that a place labeled as a «Shake Shack» would have really good milkshakes and I’d just been outside enjoying nature in the New York summer heat. I’m a big fan of shakes, and I didn’t check the price beforehand, so shame on me for being surprised. But the shake was so thin that without exaggeration I would consider it a chilled chocolate milk, definitely not worth more than whatever a glass of milk costs these days. The only way I feel justified in having gone here is that it employs teenagers(or people under the age of 25… I can’t tell the difference in ages of children these days). Maybe my bailout went to pay for their higher education.
