Eating at Panda Express is a little like sex, in that it feels great while you’re doing it, but afterward you end up crying in the fetal position. There is something about a mix of stomach acid, deeply fried orange chicken, cho mein with more salt than the dead sea, and stale fortune cookies that doesn’t seem to agree with me. Still, I eat there.
One thing that has always disturbed me about this paragon of food court eateries are the workers. While the restaurant is Asian themed, the workers are not. They are generally of Hispanic decent. Now I ask you: why do Mexicans work at Panda Express, but Asians don’t work at Taco Bell? And, as follow up, does that seem fair?
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