I took a trip to the widely popular Shake Shack today around lunch time in an effort to get a feel for the "pulse" of you Shack fiends and ask a few semi-random questions. As usual the line was long; I saw a man's hairline recede a few centimeters as he waited.
Regardless, unless I missed something, where the hell is everyone? Have the layoffs killed off the regulars at Shake Shack? I talked to several people, none of whom worked in finance. I tried to discriminate by talking to the dudes with shirts and ties, but I failed to find the financial professionals I sought. Only a few people even heard of Dealbreaker and nobody knew who the hell I was talking about when I name-dropped Stevie, Erin, Meredith, or Lloyd.
My questions ranged from people's predictions for the price of a barrel of oil by the end of August to suggestions for eating challenges. Gefilte fish on White Castle hamburgers? I even asked people if they would be okay as a shareholder of Wayne Enterprises if Bruce Wayne was spending company money on Batman's gadgets and shit. They didn't seem to care. One person would be satisfied only if a big dividend was paid out.
Here's the deal. I am going back to Shake Shack on Monday. Be there. Lunchtime. Let's talk. If you give me an awesome quote I can use and let me take a picture of you on Monday, I will buy you a milkshake.
--Shack Specialist Travis