You've heard of Ronald McDonald and the Hamburglar, but what about the glorious McDonald's goddess?
That's the name that's been given to McDonald's worker, who has people flocking to see her in real life after she became an online viral star.
Wei Han Xu, also known as Weiwei, has soared to online fame after she was noticed under the golden arches in Taiwan.
Weiwei is a keen social networker and also has a profile on Facebook as a model.
McDonald’s in Taiwan are known for having their staff cosplay since 2013 in maids’ dresses, sailor uniforms, and other outfits.
A star is born: Weiwei has garnered legions of fans online after a blogger spotted her working in McDonald's
Hsu Wei-han has been dubbed a goddess by fans
She says that people are coming to the outlet on Jianguo South Road of the Da’an District, Taipei City more now.
However, her boss isn't fussed on the notoriety according to Rocket News.
But nothing quite beats Weiwei doing the McDonald's 'Good Morning' song in the video.
From Huff Po:
I really love coffee. It makes me a better mother, a better employee, a better wife, a better friend - really, just a better human being. I have spent tens of thousands of dollars at Starbucks and hours upon hours of my time at Starbucks. Some days, I am working furiously on my laptop, racing the clock to 4:30 PM and school pick up for my children. Some days, I'm chatting leisurely with a friend who I haven't seen in awhile and we're catching up over cappuccinos. Other days, I'm in a different city and my routine has been thrown for a loop save my daily Starbucks -- whether in Seattle, San Francisco, New York City or Chicago. Starbucks has been a constant in my life for the past ten years, and I'll always be grateful to my baristas for getting me through many late night grant deadlines, red eye flights, board meetings and giving me a place to gather with friends, recover from break ups with boyfriends, bond with my ailing mother and count on a smile and pleasant conversation each morning.
These past three years, Starbucks has continued to mean all of those things to me and also grown into so much more. Three weeks after my son was born, I mustered up the nerve to put on non-pajamas (though, closely related) and take him out in public for the first time. It was my 29th birthday and we went to Starbucks. I remember the feeling of standing at the counter, holding his bucket seat and ordering the same drink that I had ordered thousands of times before over the past several years, a grande cappuccino with one pump raspberry. This time the order and experience felt so, so different. I was standing in front of Rachel and Kelly (obviously, I know my baristas and we're Facebook friends, Rachel is now my daughter's nanny -- I'm serious about my Starbucks), holding my son, ordering my coffee. Starbucks became a refuge for me, I sat and read magazines while Hunter slept peacefully, or did work while the sounds of the coffee grinder kept him amused for what seemed like hours. On the mornings that my husband would take the baby, I'd bound out of the house to go to Starbucks as though he had just booked me on a one way flight to Bora Bora. I sat in an oversized chair, watching people walk in and out and most often thinking that that person doesn't know I have a baby. It was those mornings that taught me that while I had become a mom, I didn't have MOM tattooed on my forehead and that I'd leave the house again, take a meeting again, walk into a Starbucks and hear the click of my high heels on the brown, square tile floor again, on my way to a meeting.
As my life came into focus again, my relationship to Starbucks changed once again. My son turns three in September and since that day in October of 2012, he's probably been to Starbucks all but a couple dozen days in his life. Now, at almost three years old, he wakes up each morning and asks if we're going on our Starbucks date. When he was crawling, he'd pull himself up by the display case and touch every pressed juice he could reach, enamored with the colors. To take cute Facebook pictures, I'd prop him up in their armchairs, with a mini Starbucks cup in his hand. He first drank water, graduated to cold milk boxes and now, orders himself vanilla steamers, no whip. On Fridays, he knows we have kids hot chocolates, WITH whip. For the past three months, I've been desperate to keep my daily ritual with him but now we have an addition, a little sister for him. He's welcomed her with open arms and each morning asks if today is the day that Logan can eat a petite vanilla scone or share the peanut butter out of the protein box with him. He's adjusted to this change beautifully, holding doors open and informing all of the other patrons that the (hopefully) sleeping baby in the car seat is his baby.
Me, on the other hand, I'm not handling it all as well. I say no constantly, begging Hunter not to drink his steamer too close to Logan's seat, asking him to sit still and not jump in his seat. I forget to point out when the fire truck leaves the fire house across the street because I'm too busy bouncing Logan on my knee, hoping that her whimpering doesn't upset anyone. I forget to get Hunter the brown thing (sleeve) and green thing (mixie, is the best word I've come up with for it -- what is that thing called?!) and instead ask him to go grab them himself, watching him stand on his toes to reach and then watching a kind stranger do what I had done for so many years, grab the green and brown things. When he spills his coffee, or whines, as three years old do, I don't have the patience or physical space to kneel down to his level and help him clean it up or assure him that it's not a big deal, everyone spills.
Each morning, we make the trek anyway and it's my way of telling Hunter (even though he doesn't seem worried) that our life will find balance again, that I'll learn how to be all things to two people and we'll continue making our memories, at Starbucks across the world. This morning, as I repeatedly apologized to the man next to our table for the overeager three year old balancing his cars on the strings for the black window blinds, a woman came up to our table and tapped me on the shoulder. I've seen her most mornings for the past three years, she brings her own cup and sits outside and reads or journals and we've smiled at one another but unlike most of the patrons of the 8 AM Mt. Diablo Starbucks run, I didn't know her life story and other than hearing baristas shout each others names, we hadn't met.
"I just wanted to tell you that I've been watching you, and you're doing a great job. You're a great mom."
I cannot tell how much I needed those words and I won't -- for many decades -- be able to return the unbelievable gift that she gave me this morning. A vote of confidence from a stranger when you're life feels chaotic, messy and hard. A perspective other than my own that Hunter doesn't notice the fire trucks anymore, he's too in love with his sister and that no one thinks Logan is crying, she's really just squeaking in an adorable way at this age and that just getting up, getting out and getting on with each day is a win. I cannot wait to tell tired, hard working women and men that they're doing a great job. I need a little more years of wisdom and to survive my own life for a bit longer, but I promise I'll do it and I hope you will too.
When he demanded money at the counter Tuesday, "the two teenage employees did not respond to the suspect," they said.
The man — who looks exasperated in security camera video of the incident — "became agitated and mumbled something under his breath as he walked out of the business," police said.
Police said Thursday a second man who was seen earlier at a liquor store with the suspect had spoken to investigators and wasn't considered a person of interest.
From Huff Po:
Twelve-year-old Mathew Flores is a bit different from the rest of us. He loves junk mail.
Until recently, advertisements were the only reading materials available to the boy. Flores loves reading so much that he approached his mailman in a Salt Lake City suburb on Friday to ask if he could have any junk mail.
The strange question prompted the mailman, Ron Lynch, to ask why. Lynch detailed Flores' response in a heartbreaking Facebook post afterward.
"Today while delivering mail to his apartment complex, I saw him reading ads, and then he asked me if I had any extra mail he could read," Lynch wrote. "He told me his wish is to have books to read. I told him the library had many, but he said they don't have a car, and couldn't afford the bus."
Lynch then asked his Facebook friends if they could spare some books for Flores:
"Most kids his age want electronics! It's great to see his desire, and you should have seen him beam when I said I could help!"
"He's counting on me," he concluded, "so I'm counting on you!"
Lynch thought the Facebook post might bring in 50 to 6o books, he told local news outlet KSL. But his request went viral.
People from around the world, including the U.K., Australia and India, have sent books, Lynch said. He told The Huffington Post hundreds of books have been delivered to the boy's door so far, with hundreds more likely on their way, and he's amazed at the generosity.
"I'm stunned and humbled by what happened," said Lynch. "I deserve little credit."
He has a message for everyone who has sent in a book or contributed:
"Its [sic] all of you who cared enough to do something about it that are the true heroes of this story. Bless you all, and thank you all so much!"
When books first started arriving, Flores was in disbelief.
"They said, 'These books are for you,'" Flores told Salt Lake City's Deseret News on Sunday. "I thought they were mistaken, but they were for me."
He said he can't wait to share the books with other kids, and has promised to read every last one.
Those interested in sending books may ship them to:
c/o Sandy Post Office
8850 S 700 E
Sandy, UT 84070
A Wyoming man loves being a car salesman so much, he's been at it for nearly seven decades, CNN reports.
Derrell Alexander sold his first car in 1949, and he's still at work at 100 years old.
Recently, Alexander celebrated his 100th birthday at the White's Mountain Chevrolet. The dealership is, after all, where he spends most of his time. He works six days a week and doesn't take vacation.
So will Alexander ever retire? It's doubtful. His son tells station KCWY, although it's not as easy as it used to be, he'll work until the day he dies.
"What he wants is to be sitting there in front of that fireplace (at the dealership) and have it be his last day," son-in-law Tom Rupe said.
For a teenaged waiter, a generous tip can mean the world. Especially when that generous tip comes with a few zeros behind the dollar sign.
Brendan Motil, a 19-year-old server who recently began working at Smokey Barque BBQ in Frankfort, Ill., was shocked to discover something a little unusual on one of his tables’ checks.
Though the bill was $20.31, the tip was a staggering $1,000.
“My jaw dropped. I couldn’t do anything. I was in shock,” Motil shares in this interview with a local Chicago broadcast station.
On a slow night at the restaurant, the 19-year-old had taken the time to chat about life with a male customer, who apparently appreciated the service — a lot.
In a note written on the back of the receipt, the mystery tipper wrote, “Thanks for your kind service! You’re doing a great job as a server. I’m not sure what your hopes and dreams are in this life, but I hope this tip helps.”
He goes on to add, “My hope is that people [are] more peaceful to each other. The world can be so negative and violent, [so] I commit random acts of kindness…”
This particular act of kindness will be put toward funding Motil’s college education, a dream we’re sure the mystery tipper would be more than happy to support.
From Huff Po:
A Kansas woman was caught on camera Saturday breaking a car window with a tire iron to rescue a 2-year-old girl trapped inside the hot vehicle.
“The windows were totally rolled up, all the doors were locked. She was covered in sweat,” Sarah Oropeza, manager of a Famous Footwear store in the city of Merriam, told KCTV-5.
The outside temperature was 91 degrees that day, according to a statement by Merriam police.
Oropeza said one of her employees, 16-year-old Porscha Bland, came running into the store from the parking lot yelling for help after seeing the toddler in the car. Bland and Oropeza said they attempted to break the window with a chair, and then a passerby tried to get the door open with a screwdriver, but all to no avail.
“I was just praying, ‘Break the window. She is going to die,’” Oropeza said.
Finally, Oropeza used a tire iron to crack the window, and another nearby woman helped out by throwing a truck hitch at the glass. After about three minutes, the glass broke and the little girl was freed from the car.
“They got the baby out and all you could see was her ponytail and sweat coming from the end,” Kristy Scales, who filmed the incident, told Fox 4.
A nurse who happened to be in the parking lot cared for the child until paramedics arrived.
Oropeza told KCTV that a couple claiming to be the child’s aunt and uncle ultimately came into the shoe store to get the child back. According to the police statement, the couple watching the girl said she was only alone for four minutes.
A representative from the Johnson County district attorney’s office told ABC News that the case is under review, and officials haven’t determined whether charges will be filed.