I Love KFC... Not only for its food



There's something very nice about KFC apart from its yummy chicken. It is a humanitarian touch to their business. The inclusion I was talking about in my previous posts, is being implemented at KFC. The popular food joint has expressed inclusion by employing people with hearing and speech impairment! When I went there with my sister, I realized this has always been the specialty of KFC and wondered how I always missed it. It made me very happy to see that the inclusion I longed to see had started to take place. When I saw people ordering their food without hesitation about the disability of the staff, while they took all the orders with a pleasant smile on their faces, I could see the barriers breaking. I couldn't resist a smile at this thought!   
So when I was back home I decided to write about how I  love KFC for more than just its food. I took some help from Google to know more than what I saw at the restaurant. I found out that there are KFC outlets that are manned by these special people. Everything about these outlets, from the taste of the food, their prompt service, etc is just the same. The only difference is their way of working. Let me give you some examples of that. They realize the importance of avoiding miscommunication between the staff and the customers so they employ interesting methods to run everything smoothly. For instance they use flashing lights to indicate that the order is ready. In some places the sign language is also shown in the menu to help customers communicate better with the staff. We should all appreciate KFC for their uniqueness and their attempt to break the barriers of disability. It is wonderful to see that KFC is helping these beautiful people experience a sense of confidence and live a life of dignity.


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