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Hail Zeitgeisters, 

Google Maps–like many things online–has a social dimension. Punters are encouraged to review the businesses that are on the maps. I found the above review of Macca's Tuart Hill, intriguing. Let us ignore for a moment the strange syntax and grammar and ponder the idea that despite the cheese often having a "strange taste" the reviewer still patronises the establishment.  "I'd like a Boston Deli Bagel, but minus the strange-tasting cheese, por favor."  Is that how one would navigate the transaction? For the record, "strange cheese" gave the joint a 4/5 star rating.

The other two reviews also beg questions of the discriminating netizen. "Excellent customer service, always neat and clean, they make you feel like you are the king." It's not clear if the monarch in question is Albert II, King of the Belgians or perhaps boxing promoter Don King, but the reviewer is clearly a fan of this burger palace, rating it a fat 5/5.

The third and final reviewer took a fantasy approach and reviewed as though on a version of Facebook with the infamous, yet non-existent, "dislike" button. "Dislike: The lack of customer service ever by this company, poor listening skills and team work."  Is all of McDonald's–the corporate entity–indicted by this sentence and the 1/5 rating? 

The "poor listening skills" the reviewer is referring to could mean the staff mishearing Grand Angus as Mighty Angus and getting the order wrong. But maybe she or he means the entire McDonald's Corporation–all the way up to RONALD MCDONALD himself, isn't listening to we, the people; the Fast Food Community of America Australia.  

Yeah, you're on notice Ronnymandias–look on your works and despair! Start listening to our complaints on third party sites or we'll use our Google Maps to find directions to Hungry Jacks or Burger King. 

Mr Trivia


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