Hodor, the lovable, gentle giant, from Game of Thrones, has been working a new gig at Burger King since the show ended. But, sometimes situations that are new can bring a host of new problems.
Burger King store manager, Gwen Rucker, “I can’t understand a goddamn thing he’s trying to say!”
When asked how he likes working at Burger King, this was Hodor’s response. “Hodor… HODOR… Hodor.”
Again, manager, Rucker, “See, what I mean?”
Anticipating a communication issue with Hodor, an interpreter was on the scene to clarify his thoughts. Interpreter, Juan Alvarez,
“Hodor said, he is very excited to be working at Burger King! At least, I think that’s what he said. Actually, I have no idea what Hodor is saying either. I’m a Spanish interpreter. The only reason I assumed he was excited to work here is because of his slight tonal inflection, and the fact that he’s currently displaying an erection under his uniform. You need a 13th century, man-child interpreter to understand Hodor.”
As it turned out, five month employee, Roy, 19, currently working the french fries, has been studying that exact same language in his first semester at WormHole Square Community College. Roy chimes in. “Hodor said that…he’s very excited to be working here at Burger King. So much so…he’s weilding an erection of medieval proportions under his uniform, right now.
Store manager, Rucker, brings the conversation back on track.
“Hodor is working on the special orders unit. When a customer orders a sandwich without cheese, it’s Hodor’s job to call back on the intercom and say, Hold the cheese!“
And as to how he’s doing so far…again, manager Rucker. “He’s still saying Hodor…Hodor… and not Hold the cheese… which is a problem. An even bigger problem is when he blocks the front entrance and prevents customers from getting inside the store.” Hodor, agitated, speaks. “Hodor… Hodor… Hodoooor!” Roy interprets. “Hodor said, he’s just trying to keep the Night King from stealing all the ketchup packets.”
“Nobody’s going to steal the fucking ketchup packets,” Ms. Rucker says. She continues.” Another problem is, whenever a disabled customer enters the store in a wheelchair, Hodor picks them up and carries them over to the goddamn park… which is eight miles from here! And when he does comes back… like four to five hours later, he never brings the customer with him.” She throws her hands up in the air.” Elderly folks, veterans, and Paralympic athletes, don’t even come in the store anymore. It’s crazy!”
A special order comes back into the special orders unit- Double Whopper with no cheese. Hodor grabs the intercom. He speaks. “Hodor… Hodor!”
