At first, the fast food employee seemed like a generic Asian man with black-rimmed glasses in jeans and an athletic sweater, an unofficial uniform of sorts. But then I noticed that 1) he looked like no ethnicity I could pinpoint, and 2) he looked like a guy that would stab someone over a sirloin mini burger (48g protein and only 28g of fat. They paid me 30 cents for that comment, and I took it, because a man’s gotta eat.) The Jack-In-The-Box manager carries himself like a badass.
Sorry Shakespeare, but you’re wrong: the clothes don’t make the man. It’s all about bearing.
