As soon as this happened to me this morning, I knew it was twitter and blog fodder. I ordered a delectible croissanwich from Burger King, and elected to have an orange juice on the side.

The lady at the window SHOOK MY ORANGE JUICE before giving it to me! I was taken aback. Did she think I was going to forget? Or be too lazy? I don\'t know whether to smile at her courtesy or feel violated by her presumptiveness. Because if she thought I was not going to have the will or fortitude to shake the OJ myself, and took the liberty…well that\'s just not cool. She was judging me! But if she was concerned about me getting the best OJ experience I could, and believed that somehow I am just not hip to shaking being a good conductor of OJ tastiness…that means not only was she polite, but competent in her role as BK server. In that case, I should be pleased.

The only reason I am exploring the implications of this action is because I see the Seinfeldish humor in the whole thing. That, and I desperately want something interesting (though irrelevant) to blog about.

Anyway, I have come down on the side of being pleased by this woman going the extra mile for one of her customers.

I have to wonder though…what if I\'d said "no thanks, I like to shake it myself. Can I have a different one?" What if her shaking the OJ was a compulsive habit and not courtesy. Would she have secretly shaken the new OJ outside of my line of sight, before handing it to me? Just something to ponder.