I did what they told me. I worked the closing shift. I had eleven dollars and two kids and a fifteen-minute window before the sitter bailed. I drove through Taco Bell because the sign said LIVE MÁS and the drive-thru doesn’t ask questions.
Now I’m writing this from the goddamn bathroom because cyclospora doesn’t give a shit about the value menu.
Almost a thousand people in Michigan have caught this parasite since June 22. Michigan usually gets about fifty. Taco Bell is yanking lettuce, pico, guac, cilantro, and onion off the menu in some locations because the company’s “fresh” supply chain apparently let a parasite crawl from some field straight into the kid’s burrito bowl. The company put up a sign. The company did not, as far as I can see, call anybody to say hey, you might want to see a doctor, sorry about the explosive diarrhea, our bad.
They said: fresh, fast, affordable, live más. What happened: cyclospora. A thousand people in one state. A month of bowel hell. Spikes in Ohio, North Carolina, New York, Texas, Illinois. Who paid: the working people who eat at Taco Bell because the kitchen’s empty and the kid is hungry. Who got covered: Taco Bell’s marketing department.
The CDC says wash your produce. The CDC is right. The CDC is also asking the wrong family to do the job a multinational corporation’s supply chain audit was supposed to do. You are not supposed to wash your way out of a cyclospora outbreak that hit a thousand people in three weeks.
The value on the value menu is for them. The cost is for you. The cost is the day of work you miss on the toilet. The copay. The kid eating a bean burrito because mom is praying to the god of porcelain. The drive-thru crew handling contaminated produce with their bare damn hands because corporate won’t pay for gloves or paid sick leave.
Yum! Brands pulled the menu items. Yum! Brands did not announce a fund for the workers who got sick. Did not announce paid sick leave for the crew. Posted a sign. The sign says OUT OF STOCK. The sign does not say we are sorry we poisoned your fucking family.
Family values, my ass. A value you refuse to fund when somebody’s guts are paying for it is a slogan in a red paper hat.
Eat shit, Taco Bell corporate. You sold the family on “fresh” and delivered a parasite. The kid with the explosive diarrhea is not a value menu item.
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