Dave’s Gone By Skit: RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S RABBINICAL REFLECTION #123 (5/3/2015): Popeyes

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RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S RABBINICAL REFLECTION #123 (5/3/2015): Popeyes

aired May 2, 2015 on Dave’s Gone By. Youtube clip: http://youtu.be/FgAWY957oPY

Shalom Dammit! This is Rabbi Sol Solomon with a Rabbinical Reflection for the week of May 3, 2015.

I don’t know how much a gold nugget is worth, but I’ll tell you how much a chicken nugget is worth: $400. Let me explain.

Last month, Marissa Holcomb was working at a Popeye’s fried chicken in Channelview, Texas. We can already feel sorry for Marissa Holcomb because  if there is a tenth layer of hell, it would be a Popeyes Fried Chicken in Channelview, Texas.

So Ms. Holcomb is doing whatever managers do in a Popeyes franchise—dipping claws and beaks into a secret combination of garlic and sawdust, keeping the grill reasonably free of pestilence, and coping with the kinds of customers who find Kentucky Fried Chicken too high-end. And this was a busy night for Popeyes because they were running a special: two nuggets for $1.19. I mean, why pay more for arteriosclerosis when you can get two lumps of toxic entrails for the price of a Bruno Mars download?

So Marissa Holcomb, mother of three, with another on the way, is selling customers breasts and thighs—since she was obviously giving hers away for free—when in comes a robber. He leaps over the counter, waves his big, scary gun around, and gets away with $400 out of the register.

Now, you would think this thief, this animal, this cowardly piece of garbage with a weapon in his hand and a beanie over his face—you’d think he was the villain of this story, but oh no. He’s not the Bluto of this Popeye parable.

After the robber runs out the door, one of Holcomb’s superiors approaches her. Does he ask her, “Are you okay?” No. “Would you like the rest of the day off?” No. “Do you need to change your underwear?” No. The manager says, “you owe Popeye’s $400.”

“Exqueeze me?” says Holcomb, her eyes popping. Because it’s Popeyes.

“You owe us the 400 bucks the thief took when you were on your shift.” Why? Because employees are supposed to make sure that the cash registers don’t hold that much money at one time—specifically because it encourages crime, and if a thug does rob ya, he gets away with pocket change instead of a big score.

So because this woman was too busy to unload the till, she was on the hook for what the crook took. Still, she told her overlord, “I just had a gun to my head, and if you think you’re going to hold me up for 400 bucks, you know where you can put that drumstick.” They fired her, and that’s when the fire-storm began. The story went viral, with readers swearing they would never set foot in a Popeye’s restaurant—and those were just the ones trying to avoid diarrhea.

Of course, at Popeyes corporate, the high mucky-mucks were shamed into making nice-nice. They explained—and this is true—that they can’t be there to oversee every manager and every decision at every independent franchise. It’s like asking the Baseball commissioner to stop players from grabbing their nuts and spitting; he can only fine them after the fact. And heck, I can’t even get the Rabbinical council to stop doing it.

More importantly, Popeyes apologized to Holcomb, offered her her job back AND $2,000 in lost wages . . . which is a small price to pay for the company to win back a smidgen of consumer respect. Too small. As of this writing, Holcomb was weighing her options, which no doubt include hiring a lawyer to sue Popeyes for $80,000 per nugget.

To be fair to Popeyes, this woman had apparently been warned a few times to make sure the cash registers weren’t bulging wider than Aretha Franklin’s stretch pants. So she may have been due for a dressing down or even a suspension for ignoring an important rule. But that was not the time. You don’t tell a person crawling out from under a desk after a California earthquake, “I told you not to put the stemware in the breakfront!”

Like so many mega-businesses, Popeyes put profit before the proletariat. The truth of the matter is: If I was working in a store and someone came up to me with a gun, I would give them the register, the silverware, the carpeting and three of my best-looking daughters. And if I was managing a store where this happened, I would send the employees for counseling, give everyone a week off, and hire a big, shtarka security guard. I couldn’t pay him much, but he could have the leftover daughters. And if I was a thief hoping to rob the store, I’d move to Baltimore where everybody’s getting stuff for free! And if I was a customer hoping to eat Popeyes’ chicken, I’d look both ways, carry a gun, and double-check to see if there are any stray cats left in the neighborhood.

This has been a Rabbinical Reflection from Rabbi Sol Solomon, crossing the road with the proverbial chicken, to Temple Sons of Bitches in Great Neck, New York.

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Dave’s Gone By Skit: RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S RABBINICAL REFLECTION #76 (9/8/2013): Fast Food on Strike

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RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S RABBINICAL REFLECTION #76 (9/8/2013): Fast Food on Strike

Aired Sept. 7, 2013 on Dave’s Gone By. Youtube clip: http://youtu.be/kI3UH0aafJI

Shalom Dammit! This is Rabbi Sol Solomon with a Rabbinical Reflection for the week of September 8th, 2013.

“Do you want fries with that? No problem, give me 15 dollars.”

That is the call of the disenfranchised franchise worker. The people employed at Burger King, McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Arby’s, Shloimy’s, Moishy’s – all the fast-food restaurants. They are weary of working for $7.40 per hour, which, if you can believe it, is 15 cents above the Federal minimum wage. In other words, someone laboring at a fast-food joint, full time, all week long, makes $15,000 a year, before taxes, no benefits, no 401K, but presumably all the unserved McNuggets they can eat. And so, around the country, the flippers and the grillers and the moppers and the servers are now strikers.

Who works harder than chain-food employees? They sweep the floors, clean the fryers, shpritz the special sauce, and deal with irate customers who throw tantrums when you forget the pickles. Room for advancement, to move up the grease-mottled ladder of success? Sure, for an extra dollar an hour, you get to manage all the other hostile, hopeless kids stuck in the same nowhere job. Not only do you have the honor of hearing customers bitch about everything, your fellow employees hate you for being management. All this for a salary that buys you two caramel macchiatos at Starbucks, where at least they give their workers health benefits.

I don’t care if the boss flumps a girl in a chair, hands her a magazine and says, “Just take a message if the phone rings.” Even that is taking an hour of time out of her life and deserves more than seven measly bucks an hour. Or eight. Or – oh my goodness – New York State voted to bring it up to nine – by the end of 2015! Thank you politicians! Should we bend over and bite the pillow or just sink to our knees in supplication?

As someone who lives and works on Long Island, where property taxes on a small house are 10 grand a year, the very idea that humans are still paid less than $10 an hour to do ANYTHING absolutely staggers me. That some politicians and businessmen fight against increases in the basic minimum wage staggers me double! “Oh,” they say, “if I raise the minimum wage, I won’t be able to hire as many people.” You know who faced that same problem? Pharoah! And his solution worked for a few decades until his employees rose up and marched out. And they knew about fast food, too. They hadda leave so quick, they ditched the sesame-seed buns and made matzoh instead. If you can’t afford to pay people something that keeps them in shoes, you should probably give them the shop and go work in Burger King, cause at least it’s steady.

Some folks defend low wages because these are quote-unquote “entry-level” jobs. It’s just high school students earning mall money or old people who are bored sitting at home, so they go to KFC where the action is. Leaving aside the fact that since the recession, thousands of workers have swallowed their pride to take any job, including stuffing a substance that looks vaguely like meat into Taco Bell tortillas. Leaving aside that some people take a minimum-wage second job only because they can’t pay their bills from their insufficient first job. Let’s even say for argument’s sake that your typical fast-food drudge is 15 years old, living rent-free with his parents, and not financially responsible for anything but his deodorant and iTunes downloads. Suppose this fine young man wants to take his girlfriend to the movies on a Saturday night. That’s gas in the car, parking, two movie tickets, two giant sodas, one big popcorn (and a penknife to make a schmeckel-sized hole in the bottom of it), a condom and/or a packet of handiwipes. He is looking at sixty bucks just to feel a girl’s boobs, and she may not even have boobs yet.

It is my considered opinion that any business owner netting upwards of, say, $60,000 a year who doesn’t believe that his workers are worth more than minimum wage should be shot in the face. Just as a wakeup call.

Most fast-food restaurants are publicly traded companies, so we know how much the CEO takes home, the VPs, the Vice-VPs, the shareholders, and the fry cooks and janitors. In 2010, out of $24 billion in revenue, McDonald’s netted $4.9 billion in profit. Because of this, the CEO took home almost $9 million in salary. Sorry for throwing all these numbers at you, but catch this one: that salary is almost 600 times more than that of a full-time slave at minimum wage.

Now that the economy has improved from quicksand to mud, the rank-and-file worker wakes up to remember he has needs, he has dignity, he has rights. He knows he has to work for a living, but that’s the key word: a living. Living means paying the rent, feeding the kids, getting your teeth cleaned and your blood pressure checked, going to sleep without worrying how you’ll pay for school supplies, or heat, and maybe even taking a week and staying at a Howard Johnson’s in Pensacola, Florida. If that means Horace Vanderbastard the III can’t customize his mistress’ yacht, so be it.

Good luck, fast food fighters. March on Mickey D’s. Boycott Burger King. Choke the Kentucky Fried Chicken. No, wait, that came out wrong, but you know what I mean. This isn’t about socialism. It’s not about destroying the free-market economy; that’s what cable companies are for. No, this is about fairness, about reasonable compromise, about people feeling pride in what they do and value in what they get. Yes, I’ll certainly take fries with that.

This has been a Rabbinical Reflection from the woefully underpaid Rabbi Sol Solomon, Temple Sons of Bitches in Great Neck, New York.

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Dave’s Gone By #437 (9/7/2013): COUNT YOUR BLESSING

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Here is the 437th episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired on UNC Radio, Sept. 7, 2013. Info: davesgoneby.com.

Featuring: Dave’s chat with playwright Lee Blessing. Also: Inside Broadway, Saturday Segues (Aimee Mann & Chrissie Hynde), Bob Dylan – Sooner & Later (love & theft under the hard rain), Rabbi Sol Solomon on fast-food strikers & more!

Host: Dave Lefkowitz

Guests: playwright Lee Blessing, Dave’s wife Joyce

00:00:01 Pre-show
00:00:45 DAVE GOES IN w/ Joyce
00:09:30 DAVE & JOYCE – Uncle Grandpa (00:10:00), Alzheimer’s Walk (00:24:00), Potato Day (00:31:00)
00:53:00 SATURDAY SEGUE – Aimee Mann
01:22:30 INSIDE BROADWAY
01:35:00 GUEST: Lee Blessing
02:19:00 BOB DYLAN – Sooner & Later – love & theft under the hard rain
02:43:00 Weather & Friends
02:48:00 RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S RABBINICAL REFLECTION #76 – Fast- Food Strikers
02:55:00 SATURDAY SEGUE – Chrissie Hynde
03:06:30 DAVE GOES OUT

Sept. 7, 2013 Playlist: “That’s the Way You Are” (00:53:00), “Nightmare Girl” (01:04:30) & “Just Like Anyone” (01:11:30; Aimee Mann). “Rip in Heaven” (00:57:30), “Angel on Vacation” (01:01:00), “Voices Carry” (`Til Tuesday). “Give Me Your Face” (01:08:30; The Young Snakes). “I Don’t Care Much” (Cabaret 1998 Bway cast w/ Alan Cumming; 01:32:00). “Under the Red Sky” (02:21:00), “High Water” (02:25:30), “Shelter from the Storm” ({live, Hard Rain version}, 02:29:30), “10,000 Men” (02:35:00) & “I Threw it All Away” (02:39:00; Bob Dylan). “My Baby” (02:55:00), “Tattooed Love Boys” (02:59:30), “You Didn’t Have To” (03:02:00) & “The English Roses” (03:10:00; The Pretenders).

Lee Blessing
A User’s Guide to Hell
Aimee Mann
slow food
Uncle Grandpa

Dave’s Gone By #341 (1/29/2011): BYTE ME

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Here is the 341st episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired on UNC Radio, Jan. 29, 2011. Info: davesgoneby.com.

Host: Dave Lefkowitz

Guest: Ross Brown

Featuring: Dave chats with TV writer Ross Brown (“The Cosby Show,” “Byte-Sized Television”). Also: A musical farewell to Jack LaLanne, Bob Dylan: “Sooner & Later,” and Rabbi Sol Solomon’s Rabbinical Reflection on Taco Bell.

00:00:01 DAVE GOES IN
00:10:00 DAVE SAYS BYE to Jack LaLanne
00:18:30 SATURDAY SEGUE – Fitness
01:04:00 GUEST: Ross Brown
02:03:30 Sponsors
02:11:30 Bob Dylan: “Sooner & Later”
02:37:00 Dave on Groundhog Day
02:42:00 Weather & Sponsors
02:47:30 Rabbinical Reflections with Rabbi Sol Solomon #3: Taco Bell
02:59:00 DAVE GOES OUT

Jan. 29, 2011 Playlist: “Hand Me Down My Jogging Shoes” (00:18:30; Tom Paxton). “Running to Stand Still” (00:21:00; U2). “The Hardy Boys at the Y” (00:25:30; aka “The Untitled”; Loudon Wainwright III; 00:25:30). “Face Exercises” (00:30:30; Jack LaLanne). “Jumping Jack Flash” (00:35:00; The Rolling Stones). “Workout Buddies” (University; 00:38:30), “You’re So Physical” (Adam Ant; 00:41:30), “Let’s Get Physical” (Olivia Newton John; 00:46:00), “Chicken Fat” (Robert Preston; 00:57:00). “TVC 15” (01:59:00; David Bowie). “Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?” (02:12:00), “Where Are You Tonight? (Journey Through Dark Heat”) (02:15:00), “Not Dark Yet” (02:21:30), “Dark Eyes” (02:28:00), “Winterlude” (02:33:00) & “Winter Wonderland” (02:35:00) (Bob Dylan), “Regyptian Strut” (02:54:30; Frank Zappa).

Ross Brown
Jack LaLanne